Misery

Mr. 51-to-the-7, don't you get your melon popped (Popped) Canary stones, yellow gold, look like lemon drops I feel like I'm Carrot Top the way they give me props (What?) He swear he a killer, but I-I-I know he not Now I'm back in the cellar Don't you risk it for some cheddar Yellow Testarossa revving Every city Every venue "DeadBoy" what they yellin' "Young BONES" what they feelin' Demon sent you up to heaven Weapon lift you like a Chevy Lifе or death up on my mind Reposado in my belly Rollin' smokе aimed that telly Eyes glowin' like his belly Red wing boots, iced up like I'm Zeddy Cut you up and hit my ceiling DND, don't hit my celly 24-7, I'm in my head 25-8, I'm seeing red No, I don't want it but it's just how I'm programmed Wanna stop, I can't (What?) I'm mentally MIA I'm physically AFK IRL, I'm lagging every night and every day (SESH!) Came from the place where the people don't change Where they redneck, shotgun banging (Bangin') Cornfield looking like a graveyard Body disintegrate before they get you (Get—) Came from the place where the people don't change Where they redneck, shotgun banging (Bangin') Cornfield looking like a graveyard Body disintegrate before they get you (Get you) (What?)