Yo run it back Man shit yo I'm done so I'll smack a hoe Man shit you better bring that tobacco Before I gonna be slacking Hope for your fucking Uh uh yo I'm too fucking high I wanna go drive Do some donuts yo I'm just getting live Yeah my camera don't work anymore Yeah the tan at the short store The service place It's my nose with the mic and I chase the high I know you can't hear me, but yo people probably should fear me Uh my dick be bigger, man I'm equipped with a big so I can get fuckin lit Yo I lit this to light this, then I flip it to write this Cause I'm recording, never hitting the board when we're track catching Yo that just lacks passion, yo back in action when I'm smacking Fast packing my pull, watch the reactions, man oh I just twist that glass Kiss my ass, the fist all packed fucking people should dance cause they fucking out of control they can't hang When you're out of control you can't hang Man maybe you should not bang Bangin' that shit up your motherfuckin' spine What you got? What you gonna do, you left to complain? Oh, just come with the funky bass, you know the junkie chases, sacks and replaces things with the exact patch. Meet me in the back shackle crack match. Yeah, smoking the crack, and let's get wack though. Man, shit, yo, I need some tobacco. Yeah, just get me past that sig, let me get in. So don't be big deal, be a big deal to me. But you could fucking steal it, it's free, I'll give it away. Shouldn't you stay away? gonna play it's D to the R to the UIMS. Metra home clickin'. The other metronome's clickin' but I bet your home bitchin' got the compassion. I'm just askin', gaspin', laughin', doin' it with passion. My tank is full. Falling asleep, calling it cheap. Man, shit, yo, all of the sheep in the herd. When I'm hivin' a bird, what's the word? What's the fuck a word? If you tried to do this, If you try to do this, then just loot it, I'm polluting the soundbites If you try to do this, you will probably lose it Losing your brain, I already think it was, the mind to begin with Think, if you try to do this I'm fucking losing People are here ruthless I'm what I cruise with But hello, I took two this Now I am toothless Once you try my own thing You will find your Yeah, I live this to like this Just flip it to right disc Talk about my hard drive Yeah, this is Guzzy Man, shit, the shaw's live or was he? Yeah, I can't tell it Hardly some fail, if you try I pollute the sound, bites the universe, got the round pipe is a deal where firstly, yo show me some ID, man shit yo it's just another tragedy, tragedy yo I'm bagging tree, man just a giveaway but you had to be a fucking person who a hustler, man shit you're stuntin' the russer, get some WD-40 don't trouble me or report because I'm hitting that bubble, Yo, I pecked another bell, fall asleep, calling it cheap, yo, I'm all the freak with slides. Shaddup. Cause this dude likes oil, but he ain't loyal Man shit, yo he smokin' up foil Oh man, the rum Just fallin' asleep If you try to do this Cause it's WHO, wait let's go Phone a creep on the mic on the mid-go That's who my amigos are Man bet you need to get a harder card Man man don't do this Man you fucking flew it I'm over the fence Never ever repent and pull the clever lever I'm sent by angels, Chris Angel from this angle Man I'll let it dangle Kill kill you alive I said, do you mind if I request you I kept it on? When the sound will go into your fucking ear I'll nap in them falsely Man, shit shit, people call me a twig A tweaker, man, but a two-weeker probably Man, shit, yo, I'm starting to feel wobbly, I don't know Too much doubt I figured by getting into it I don't know but I have to send this shit, yeah send it all over I remember pretending we were so sober, yeah sober people But you know the evil, all my amigos, beyond omegles All of my amigos, they beyond omegles Man shit, no we don't even use needles We're puffin tough and rough and stuff yo but it's never enough Man shit, you All my amigos, beyond amigos, tried to do it I lit this light, this cruz-it, flip it to write this cruz-it My peach, I'm falling asleep Cause all of my amigos beyond omegas I'm freestyle nappin over here Man shit get the napkin and clear off my table You feed off the label, label maker You're the table taker to it Show or see it Man we're gonna brew it Brewin up some tragic notions Man shit get some dumb tragic notions That you are in the motherfucking car no I'm in the trailers man shit but I should just uh fall asleep uh trailer man I don't lay her down hella roughly man shit but you know I'm gonna puff between puffin clouds man shit but uh loving how it's going wrong man shit but the whole fucking song sounds too tweaked man just seek some new frequencies bad to be Beat it, beat it, get on right outta here Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it That's what they doin', they just beat it Beatin' the meat, man, it's no secret On Omegle, yeah, then a dick pops up Man, shit, but this got stuck, yo D to the P,
