Hell Raiser
Hell raiser, he's a gun blazer
Got big dick syndrome, better call Schaffer's
Better call the races, rigged game
Kocaine no losses can't think straight
Can't a bitch wait? It'll be a new year, new wrist blade
Gin make the blood like a thin paint
And I come up on the scene just to self destruct and asphyxiate
Don't talk to me about no mother fucking bad days
Been a minute since my thoughts went the bad way
Bet a bitch, fat ass take the sad away
Bite the bullet then I spit a verse blow your hat away
Blowing out the candle it's a big resurrection
Dig a family grave, LG's what I'm reppin
Catch me if you can, drop the tail not the weapon
Cock it and bust, find pain under heaven
Still rockin' future shit since past times and they're long gone
I've stared down the barrel, cold cases lots I've thought on
Making music, fucking useless, cold beats that I've thawed off
Kiss the sawed off, it's what you want, problem solver
Man I'm sick in the head
If I try to get help my life's ruined, oh well
Guess I'll bottle it up, hit the bottle
Do drugs, when I got a problem
I can't talk to my friends
Know I ain't important to this bitch
I'm just a blip
Give this bitch a hit
Now she eyeing up my wrist
I'm fucking pissed off
Cut my wrist off
I can see myself
In her lipgloss
Now we're liplocked
Piece my heart together
Like a jigsaw
Load the sawed off
Muzzle to muzzle
Brain meet walls
Watch me fall
And I kiss the sawed off, it's what you want, problem solver
Got big dick syndrome, better call Schaffer's
Better call the races, rigged game
Kocaine no losses can't think straight
Can't a bitch wait? It'll be a new year, new wrist blade
Gin make the blood like a thin paint
And I come up on the scene just to self destruct and asphyxiate
Don't talk to me about no mother fucking bad days
Been a minute since my thoughts went the bad way
Bet a bitch, fat ass take the sad away
Bite the bullet then I spit a verse blow your hat away
Blowing out the candle it's a big resurrection
Dig a family grave, LG's what I'm reppin
Catch me if you can, drop the tail not the weapon
Cock it and bust, find pain under heaven
Still rockin' future shit since past times and they're long gone
I've stared down the barrel, cold cases lots I've thought on
Making music, fucking useless, cold beats that I've thawed off
Kiss the sawed off, it's what you want, problem solver
Man I'm sick in the head
If I try to get help my life's ruined, oh well
Guess I'll bottle it up, hit the bottle
Do drugs, when I got a problem
I can't talk to my friends
Know I ain't important to this bitch
I'm just a blip
Give this bitch a hit
Now she eyeing up my wrist
I'm fucking pissed off
Cut my wrist off
I can see myself
In her lipgloss
Now we're liplocked
Piece my heart together
Like a jigsaw
Load the sawed off
Muzzle to muzzle
Brain meet walls
Watch me fall
And I kiss the sawed off, it's what you want, problem solver
Credits
Writer(s): Avery Kurz
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