MSK1300

I don’t want a ton of cash

I want my dead body flying through the fucking dash

And all that bullshit

You’re peddling to me is trash

So if it ain’t gon go my way then you can kiss my ass

I don’t like a lot of folks

I don’t wanna talk, fight, fuck,

Or even make jokes

But I do like the idea

Of shoving shit down your throat

You gon lose down the sights of this trijicon scope

Ice pick to his chest

RIP his following

Oxygen, leaking from his lungs,

He won’t talk again

Say you hard, bitch hold your tongue

And let’s work on that softening

Keep an eye out for them feds

They pick bad times for dropping in

Politicians in my eyes

No particular reason

That I’m over all this shit

And I’m ready for treason

Y’all all fucking sound the same

Telling me to act decent

(I mean acting like I’ma actually fucking do that)

I don’t want a ton of cash

I want my dead body flying through the fucking dash

And all that bullshit

You’re peddling to me is trash

So if it ain’t gon go my way then you can kiss my ass

I don’t like a lot of folks

I don’t wanna talk, fight, fuck,

Or even make jokes

But I do like the idea

Of shoving shit down your throat

You gon lose down the sights of this trijicon scope