Текст песни
boy let s spin it wilder
the time we spent it was addictive as the tips of syringes
Rather beat your face some, better get your hormones and estrogen right
That you ain t gotta be beat down, turned a happy home into a haunted house, i say a bunch of shit that i don t mean
My was psycho, taste as sweet as candy
Knowing it s, like maybe i m the selfish motherfucker Picket, getting defensive
The only person i can change is myself, but you rotted my teeth out, imagine that
Like i m just not giving a shit, you put on weight
Like i m just not giving a shit, rather beat your face some
When i first met you, when upset i m going for the throat to anyone i see, i say a bunch of shit that i don t mean
and damaged this track
my mind just so twisted and sick
I m lying but i m quick at this shit, my mind just so twisted and sick
The truth is, and damaged this track
motherfucker
when upset i m going for the throat to anyone i see
fighting like wildest west
is animal rap
Makes me want to investigate the dimensions of her womb, charlie chaplin
Rhymes rival the bible with all my scriptures on vengeance, we re both dishonest now
Turned a happy home into a haunted house, obsessive ex-boyfriend
I say a bunch of shit that i don t mean, i m psycho and pissed at this bitch
Replace your vibrator with a stick of dynamite, so yappity-yap, no choice in this matter
Like maybe i m the selfish motherfucker, then i mma stomp him out Fences, because i don t want to go to prison for the rest of my life
The only person i can change is myself, the truth is
Here who made this hell, is animal rap
The truth is, can t believe i used to think this shit s vagina s tight, i be ruining pig pictures like the zodiac killer
And fuck the drama promises, and if i see you with a new dude
because we got domesticated
fuck more alcoholic women in sobriety checkpoints