Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Peters
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fallen
Producer
Lyrics
Keep fucking around we'll beat your ass to bits uh
Little bitch, know that we ain't fucking with ya
Won't forget this shit my memory's like a picture
And your bitch's juices heal me up like an elixir
Pulling up in the new whip now with my plastic bitch
Ran out of bands, I'll grab a mask and maybe hit a lick
Grab a pen and paper pay attention and I'll teach you all about this shit
I'll pull up with the .40 pressed beside my head and pull it quick
I came back from the dead just to fuck your bitch again
Took her back out to the streets because we can't be more than friends
Came back from the dead, didn't think I was prepared
Now I'm back a walking zombie, still got blood upon my hands
Written by: Daniel Peters
