Yeah, aye

I told J, that there was force coming right away

Only trying to put these feels up in a heightened state

If you got Ski all in your mind then baby type away

Leave it peace, I'm just acting what the wise would say

I'm so ill, taxidermy work for every kill

Nothing more than a drill, ladies walk in line

You want a problem mixed with Betty it's a sour taste

Hold your holster, you ain't been yourself as of late

The Runny' cowboy, with influence that walks

I'm the man who brings the dead back, I'm toying with the clocks

Bitch be careful when you knock

Fifty-fifty chance its Langenkamp, or I'm mixin' chops, sub ten o'clock

Who the most gifted

Pour the mix all on a cherry, I've been soul sipping

Party talk, banter sling vicious

Over cheers, got me feeling like the only misfit

Wrinkled winks whisper Betty take the standard ticket

But I was always built for more, that's the simple kicker

Did her wrong, shed a word, I been a twisted sister

Know what the bags know, yelling for a lasso

She say I got the sauce, bitch I call this fit Tobasco, pussy