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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jalen Kotts
Songwriter
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FUCK, SHIT, FUCK, SHIT AWW
FUCK, SHIT, FUCK, SHIT AWW
FUCK, SHIT, FUCK, SHIT AWW
FUCK, SHIT, FUCK, SHIT AWW
Ok I'm mad as shit
I've had it bitch it's time to act a lil erratic quick
I throw my fist upon the sink until the knuckle rip
I'm fucking screaming in the bathroom til the neighbors call the cops so they can fry me like an acid trip
AND I BE TWEAKIN'
GONE FOR NO REASON
SWINGIN ROUND RAZOR BLADES TILL I'M BLEEDING
OH GOD HE'S A REAL DEAL DEMON
BANGIN HIS HEAD FOR NO REASON
AWEE
FUCK, SHIT, FUCK, SHIT AWW
FUCK, SHIT, FUCK, SHIT AWW
FUCK, SHIT, FUCK, SHIT AWW
FUCK, SHIT, FUCK, SHIT AWW
Bitch I open up the elevator doors
There's blood on the floor
Leave a **** beggin' to the lord
I've heard it before
I'm the Night Stalker circa 1984
I'm a daywalker never catch me in the morgue
**** want a bag a body I do it for nothin'
Everybody really think they gotta say somethin'
Bitch I am a running back I'm just here for the rushin
She said "Do you got a problem?"
Yeah I got a dozen
FUCK, SHIT, FUCK, SHIT AWW
FUCK, SHIT, FUCK, SHIT AWW
FUCK, SHIT, FUCK, SHIT AWW
FUCK, SHIT, FUCK, SHIT AWW
Written by: Jalen Kotts
