Cup full of tar, that bitch lookin' like a bruise

K-k-killin' 'em for sport, I got the slugger with the screws

Keep them RoboTabs from all my dogs 'cause we abuse

Prayin' that The Purge is real so we can have a good excuse

I can't tell if my hands sore from your bitch pussy or the blues I'm thumbin' through

Make this dumb ho bite the leather, open up and tell her, "Chew"

Carve your face 'til recognitions goin' "Who the fuck are you?"

I'm a bully, if you wanna learn, you can be one too

Think you got me stuck if I'm locked up in that pen?

Bitch, when I get out, I'ma do that shit again

I'm a real big fan of blunt force to the head

I'll be a shock fiend until I fuckin' croak and drop dead

There you are

You don't know you're fucking with the Gory Boys

Think you got me stuck if I'm locked up in that pen?

Bitch, when I get out, I'ma do that shit again

I'm a real big fan of blunt force to the head

I'll be a shock fiend until I fuckin' croak and drop dead

Cup full of tar, that bitch lookin' like a bruise

Big fuckin' shoes and a bat with the screws

Keep them RoboTabs from all my dogs 'cause we abuse

Prayin' that The Purge is real so we can have a good excuse

I-I-I'm a shock fiend, me and all my dogs with it, uh

Heavy chain swing, bitch, I cannot walk with it, uh (GORE STREET)

Sew that fuckin' mouth, bitch, do not talk with it, uh

I make the bullpup bark, bitch, I'm dog-sittin', uh

Zombies in my pocket, baby, yeah, I'm walkin' with the dead

I can't go broke, baby, I got stacks of cash from sellin' legs

Bet that trauma to your head will have you walkin' like a sped

They gon' let me out the cage like I won't do that shit again

Cup full of tar, that bitch lookin' like a bruise

K-k-killin' 'em for sport, I got the slugger with the screws

Keep them RoboTabs from all my dogs 'cause we abuse

Prayin' that The Purge is real so we can have a good excuse

I can't tell if my hands sore from your bitch pussy or the blues I'm thumbin' through

I make this dumb ho bite the leather, open up and tell her, "Chew"

Carve your face 'til recognitions goin' "Who the fuck are you?"

I'm a bully, if you wanna learn, you can be one too

Think you got me stuck if I'm locked up in that pen?

Bitch, when I get out, I'ma do that shit again (Wake up, you're on Gore Street)

I'm a real big fan of blunt force to the head

I'll be a shock fiend until I fuckin' croak and drop dead

Cup full of tar, that bitch look like a bruise

Big fuckin' shoes and a bat with the screws

Keep them RoboTabs from all my dogs 'cause we abuse

Prayin' that The Purge is real so we can have a good excuse (G-G-GORE STREET)

(Eugh) Repeat offender, I don't feel regret

Make a pig hop a fence just to soak him with the lead

Bought a big Bowie knife, I'm tryna poke you with the head

I want violence, baby, I'm a shock fiend until I'm dead

Uh, blood money in my bag, but it's not red

Catch me walkin' crooked, baby, but I'm not dead

Keep on talkin' crazy, put a target on your head

Keep on talkin' crazy, put a target on your head

How to make a bitch shut the fuck up

Now, there's a few ways you can do this

One way is to politely tell her, "Your mouth is leaking noise"

Or, use duct tape

But not one strip

You need to go around the head two to three times