Helen Keller

Deaf to all the bullshit In spite Canine with no collar bitch I bite Bless with you with ruger Gezundheit Bitch you ain't never made love Satellites Fucking catching a charge And fucking catching feelings Spazzing on the beat Imma shake the fucking building Still wont see me stop even after my first millions We don't ever talk to cops bitch we some fucking villains Woke up middle finger in the air towards the fucking ceiling Ain't gonna make it into heaven its appearing Maybe cuz all these drugs that i stay dealing Cant help the fact its so damn appealing Or cuz I only hang out with killers Zoning with this anger one hand on the steering Who'd have thought this the type of shit that would have the people cheering Got me feeling brand new designer shades inside buildings Ray Charles to these squares but still can sense the people staring Let loose the uzi bet the thunder clapping make them lose there hearing Kill myself like Patek bitch ain't no judge ain't no hearing Call yo bitch Kapernick cuz every night she kneeling Thinking that I struck oil with how I stay be drilling Oil in the cup hands don't shake so ain't no spilling Dick in her butt I can't take her if she willing George foreman in his prime you barely him when he start grilling And this the reason music edited I'mma play it for your children