Arsenal

This life is all I've got and that ain't much to fuckin' lose Bottom-barrel white trash with a fuckin attitude I got that Stephen Paddock arsenal it's possible I'm plotting to Literally kill my next performance Please book me at your festival I give a f*ck not if you're tired of hearing my voice Motherfucker, you can suck a cock Your two cents ain't worth the coin Someone tell these retards to stop You're getting pity applause from your boys Bitch you're just runnin up the clock And I'm trying to get those three points Somebody tell these motherfuckers duck for cover 'For their mothers gotta go shoppin for an all black dress 'Cause I'll show up to the funeral and comfort her and your little brother Steady strokin' her hair while she cries on my chest Let her take me to your house and show me your family photos While slippin a couple little kisses on her neck And when she takes me to your room We'll be fuckin' on your bed and my illegitimate kids'll meet the same fate as you on your pillow DEAD After it seeps out her when I came inside her Now she's thinkin' I really like her Quick reminder of how much cheaper abortions are than diapers I make that shit for people to die to You're sellin your mom's pain pills to buy views F*ck all that peace and positivity shit I'll never sell out like that scrimizzi bitch So if you think this a game, boy Grab your cartridge and come play, boy They claimin' they shoot but hide their face in the booth And play it safe, boy Out here goonin' all day, boy You stay on my dick like you gay, boy I don't judge but you can't sport fake nails And expect me to be phased, boy If I go down I am taking everyone with me Let's stop pretending like we have lives that are even worth living I'mma stick my dick right in the earth and I am not tryna f*ck it gently I'm coming straight to hell riding shotgun in a fucking Bentley I'm an atheist at heart, but I romanticize my death 'Cause if there really is a hell, whenever I get there soon The first fuckin' thing that I'mma do after I meet the devil himself Is f*ck the shit out of August Ames sitting in an iron chair So you can get snuffed - I don't give a f*ck I'm feelin alive - I'm burning inside See the reflection of flames - consuming my eyes? I treat my piece like a camera I'm aimin' at ya - now is not the time to be shy Why don't you smile pretty for me like it's the last fuckin' picture you'll ever take of your life?