Buffalo Sauce

I got death wrapped around your arm on the swivel chair

Nodding off with the cigarette, but you still aware

You know the rules, no way that you will adhere

Rick Hil, bitch, I'm still in here

(Ooh) all I wanted was to disappear (huh)

Bitch, my heart is like that Frigidaire

Listen dear, you gon' freeze to death trying to get in here

Crystal clear when that reaper whisper in your little ear

I'm the best, but they hating on it (hating on it!)

It's a S, but the Dayton's on it

Me and Ouija sound like Satan on it

Chillin' in the grave, you know I'm gravein' on it

Living in that house that say vacant on it (I'm gone)

Driveway with the shell casings on it

Empty stomach, so there's really nothing that can make me vomit

I've been dead my whole life, I embrace the moment

Yeah, paid, pay cheap for that rock 'n' roll

And we cop them whole, hop out the fold

Spliff full of guacamole, I got the smoke

Inhale more than air, I never choke

Lil' momma break necks when she on the pole (huh)

Pussy boring to me now, Ouija clockin' souls

Got a hundred dirty thoughts in my rotten skull

But I'm still ten toes in them Dr. Scholl's (steppin')

Ever since 24 inches 'bove the road

I put four grams up her nose

I lick her little ass and I suck her toes (yeah!)

Forgot to flick my ash, now it's a roach

Shawty say she wanna mash with the juggalos

Cash in the bungalows, splash with them gutter bros (whoa)

She gon' roll my weed and ask if I'm comfortable

Y'all can't see us like the wings of the buffalo

Buffalo sauce, bitch