Shameless Genocide

Bag designer Prada Bitch i'm sucking off your father Ate this shit up no comma But i'm taking in no condoms Got your bald little head at gunpoint You got to pay me up at some point Got to make it to the checkpoint Now its time for you to pass the joint I'm just so fucking done with all these intimacies All these little hoes and faggots yeah they wanna push me Got to try and resist my homicidal tendencies But when i'm with you, you put them to ease Feel that shameless genocide I push these hoes to suicide Shoot your home yeah homicide In your mans DM's i slide in Bitch i'm skinny like a mother fucking pin Yeah give me that credit card pin Oh oh oh Feel that shameless genocide I push these hoes to suicide Shoot your home yeah homicide In your mans DM's i slide in Bitch i'm skinny like a mother fucking pin Yeah give me that credit card pin Oh oh oh Push you to suicide Or maybe genocide Cause you're fucked up inside You've got a twisted mind Shoot you it's homicide Because you didn't die But that's just fine You're dead inside You're just a reject wannabe poser You're all alone and she said you don't own her We took your life and we'll never get closure This is the end of the world getting closer You're on the road for your life getting lower You're all alone and the worlds spinning slower And by the time that you think it'll be over We'll come around and remind you you owe her You're just a reject wannabe poser You're all alone and she said you don't know her We took your life and you'll never get closure This the end of your world getting closer Feel that shameless genocide I push these hoes to suicide Shoot your home yeah homicide In your mans DM's i slide in Bitch i'm skinny like a mother fucking pin Yeah give me that credit card pin Oh oh oh Feel that shameless genocide I push these hoes to suicide Shoot your home yeah homicide In your mans DM's i slide in Bitch i'm skinny like a mother fucking pin Yeah give me that credit card pin Oh oh oh