(The Crimson Chin!)

Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh

I feel like shit (Uh, uh)

I feel like shit, I feel like shit, I feel like shit

Ah, ah, ah, ah

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke

Smokin' that pack

AK-47, I use it to fight

I've never been better my mental it wiped

My vision is foggy but never been clearer

Alcohol tryna bring death to my liver

He talking his shit, he shit get down

And his bitch suck on my dick, dick, uh

She suck on my dick and my testicles

He tryna find out but I kept it all (Yo!)

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

I got a washing machine

That's why my flow is so clean and I bust on the beat and it bust out your teeth

Do you know what I mean? (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

Why you talking all that shit shit?

He talk all that shit but not talking to me, me

My flow it slap, and my voice is squeaky

I pull up in there, pussyboy is still talking he weak, weak

Talking and talking and flocking to me-e

He sounding like shit and he hoppin' on safe piece

He sounding like shit and he hoppin' on safe piece

AK-47 with a big clip

Just want a big dick but I got a bigger bitch, she thick as fuck

Peter Piper picked motherfucka' bitch and I think you is one

Fuck all of the motherfuckin' drama, I do this for fun

Run into yo' house and fuck ya mother, now you are the son

My flow electric my flow all be tech, tech

Skating on beat my flow fingers be texdex

All in one week my life savings be set, set

I do not worry no worm like a— Yuh

I do not ruin I’m moving so fast that I’m going through just like a beam that I knew it, I think that I threw it the people are booing

Because they don’t know I’m pursuing and viewing their FATE

Take another week but I’m on my WAY

Beep bop beep go and take another DAY

Oh you seem like the other mother TAZE

No, I tease don’t get another PHRASE

All of you people

Wanna go hate when I fly like a seagull

Begging to bake but I’m bigger than a beaker

Wearing alone and it’s all on my t-shirt

Just like a demon, you fiending the drugs and the taste that you beating or meaning

Now what is the meaning

The meaning you like that’s appealing you squealing, you feeling those bites on your face that you're dealing with

I don’t care about your problems what you're dealing with

I done got a problem with your attitude you reeling it

Life is just a game and I lost just a little bit

Temper like a pimple better pop better end of it

The sound that pops that makes you wanna go INSANE

I don’t have a brain, I really don’t

That’s why I can't think of lyrics, freestyling as I hear it, desiring what to fear it

And I DO NOT KNOW THESE LYRICS!