Kredity
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Desmond hatcher
Songwriter
Texty
I'm so bound to die alone hell breaks loose, they stole my soul
Face my judgment eternal wake Fuck you ****, fucking fakes
I'm that **** that they love to hate I just crashout don't contemplate
Soon enough, we'll all be saved Get a grip on that noose, get hanged by chains
Bitch, I'm sippin' bleach in a wine glass If I pull up to your block, then that is yourass Fuckin' on your bitch, Jimmy Neutron gotta blast Make a pussy **** bleed, give that boy a
tampon I don't like no touchy bitch, she gon' learn
to keep her hands off I'm choppin' heads off, pussy **** think
he runnin im huntin feds dawg On your fuckin' block, slingin' meds, dawg
I'm a better man, that's just what she said, dawg
Written by: Desmond hatcher
