Not Much To Look At
Live from the sewer to the gutter
Dirty nasty suicide be the mold on the bread like butter
From that triple dollar sign
Grey blade cause a leak from all up under
I'm papa pine and my stain is on fleek motherfucker
Got to bust a shot upside my fucking head
Blunder in thunder
Got a hunnid on the self-sustaining gunna
One bun up in the oven
Got a bitch switching the covers
Ima duck her
Pull down the shutters
The number one stunna
Up late
Tweaking like a hero
Hunter ugly motherfoe with the hold up hoe
Let me hold that throat
Run up in ya motherfuckin pad for the dope
Hall for the lords, am I liking it right?
No way to flame for me
It's your faithful shade what I face and now
Look at my feet when I shit you bitch
I'm ready for whatever
Kill me now or kill me later
Bitch I'm solid rocking diamonds
That yo mamma was poorly lacking
I'm the fuckin captain now
Tossed a couple of bodies overboard
I'm the tackle overlord hoe
Empty bottles on my table with some residue
Been choppin' pills and shootin' boys since I was 22
Heart got colder
I got older
Developed a motive
Bound for Angola
Trapped in NOLA
No head on my shoulders
Ridin' 'round with a pistol
To some I'm a symbol
Stuck in Limbo with my kinfolk
Tell death to be gentle
Let's just end this life
Just end it right
One to my temple
That when I worship
Dirty nasty suicide be the mold on the bread like butter
From that triple dollar sign
Grey blade cause a leak from all up under
I'm papa pine and my stain is on fleek motherfucker
Got to bust a shot upside my fucking head
Blunder in thunder
Got a hunnid on the self-sustaining gunna
One bun up in the oven
Got a bitch switching the covers
Ima duck her
Pull down the shutters
The number one stunna
Up late
Tweaking like a hero
Hunter ugly motherfoe with the hold up hoe
Let me hold that throat
Run up in ya motherfuckin pad for the dope
Hall for the lords, am I liking it right?
No way to flame for me
It's your faithful shade what I face and now
Look at my feet when I shit you bitch
I'm ready for whatever
Kill me now or kill me later
Bitch I'm solid rocking diamonds
That yo mamma was poorly lacking
I'm the fuckin captain now
Tossed a couple of bodies overboard
I'm the tackle overlord hoe
Empty bottles on my table with some residue
Been choppin' pills and shootin' boys since I was 22
Heart got colder
I got older
Developed a motive
Bound for Angola
Trapped in NOLA
No head on my shoulders
Ridin' 'round with a pistol
To some I'm a symbol
Stuck in Limbo with my kinfolk
Tell death to be gentle
Let's just end this life
Just end it right
One to my temple
That when I worship
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Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux, Jerry Antoine
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