Jack Off Session

Gone off the Adderall
Slip so many pain killers, can't add em all
Apples fall from the tree, get mines from Adam y'all
Slit ya balls and stuff em in your Adam's apple (eww!)
5'4 and I just ball till I fall

I'm so fuckin' raw
And my name is fuckin' Ross
Had to drop my damn last name
Cause I wasn't fuckin with y'all
Talkin my family, who handled me
Back when death was the plan b
And only knives was touching me
Touching deep in my arteries
That suicidal wasn't me
Had to get up on my feet
And go off on the beat (beat)
On the beat (beat)
On the fuckin' (beat)
I ain't no muaafuckin killer
But don't push me, don't Suge me
Life a fuckin' movie
Pornos in jacuzzis (jacuzzis)
I felt like as a baby, my father had used to shook me
That's why I wild out in these shows, once the promoters book me
A little jack off session
Ain't no hesi-tation
Up for greatness
Open your mouth bitch and taste this
Semenfiying plate dish
This is not a diss
But listen to this
(Cut the fuckin' beat)

I wish every Atlanta artist can kiss the tip of this dick
I'm out this bitch
(Oh my God!)
(Let it breathe!)

Gone off the risperdal
My respiratory sore, that I can't rest at all
Rest on Kal, Bennett gang
And I'm fuckin shootin at y'all

(And I just one-take that shit nigga)
One more thing
I call my