First off, I don't give a fuck about a hearse, Y'all. Finna see me burning when I'm turning on the ops. Yah don't give a fuck if you been talking to the cops yall. Got nothing but theories conspiracies that I dropped y'all

In a second imma get to representing all the kids that learn they lesson that working to get a pension ain't gonna mean shit, but guessing that I won't have to go lessen the way that I fill my engine

I'm talking about my heart. People do not care bout art; they just wanna see how far the money-hungry greedy bitches is all they fuckin are soon we gonna fly to Mars, maybe even through the stars. Nah, I'm just kidding; we gonna die funding up nuclear wars

Sorry that it got too deep; I promise it won't happen again. I swear I won't speak on any actual problems. I guess that there's still heaps of other shit that I can talk about, like money and bitches and shit I do not give a fuck about

Like, why do I keep on doing this talking about this foolish shit? Maybe it's cause the groupies wish I was less of a lunatic. Maybe if I just lose my shit online, I'll get a few more clicks and a couple of bucks for me to waste it on a stupid bitch

Pardon my French, but I ain't liking the stench of all the fake-ass tired liars who stink up the bench. This inner thought shit ain't gonna sell, man. Quit it quick, fine I guess I'll just pretend whenever I'm about to spit aye

First off, I don't give a fuck about a hearse, Y'all. Finna see me burning when I'm turning on the ops. Yah don't give a fuck if you been talking to the cops yall. Got nothing but theories conspiracies that I dropped y'all

Fuck off my dick less; you a hoe just tryna get it. Talking, empty the clip, only 10 rounds so we extend it. Pencil burn at the tip, as if it got a damn infection; This shit being so lit winnings always been my intention no incentive

Cause I ain't fiening for money; only want love from the honeys, and even if you want me dead, I ain't gon leave in a hurry clowning on you like Tim Curry. You must all be down bad; surely I bet you hate on me purely

Because I'm lyrically better, even when under the weather, I will not break under pressure. Rip on your whip fender bender; I'm getting sick of these corny lines. Can I please just rap better? I guess it really don't matter, why the fuck do I hear chatter?

Short-tempered with no ladder, respectful with no manners, act rich but got no manor, who's bitch is this? Go get her; I'm sick of these old standards. These hoes cannot show man, cause he knows that he won't handle you pissed or what bold angle

Yeah, I really do not understand why you fuckers getting mad looking up to me like I'm your goddamn muthafucking dad. I just don't want people hating on me when I'm hella dead, so before I die I guess I'll tell you who I really am

First off, I don't give a fuck about a hearse, Y'all. Finna see me burning when I'm turning on the ops. Yah don't give a fuck if you been talking to the cops yall. Got nothing but theories conspiracies that I dropped y'all

First off, I don't give a fuck about a hearse, Y'all. Finna see me burning when I'm turning on the ops. Yah don't give a fuck if you been talking to the cops yall. Got nothing but theories conspiracies that I dropped y'all.