These Snitches
These snitches bitching
In the kitchen every minute living
To listen to misfits getting livid
I don't know why they wanna die
Tonight and lose their life
When they talk a lot a shit with
A mouth wishing to get hit with
A wishlist with a biscuit with this
Cash to blast ya mouth in a clinic
I see you in the ICU don't get slick
Ya nit wit or I'm giving you a ticket
To the mortician
You speaking ya English
With a penis in ya teeth bitch
Ask Beavis when ya butt heads
Before ya cut dead and blood's red
Like Syria's period becomes a mess
And ya brains leaking like Lincoln
Don't play games or the streets get
To know what ya thinking
Without ya mouth speaking
Ya think shit before ya screaming
Like a speed bitch tweaking
With demons all ya see is Jesus
When ya get hurt I hit worse
Than Big Lurch and get smurfed
Like Corbin's foreskin in more shit
Than Mormons pouring more gin
Skanks get raped soon on K2
And take booze before it's late too
Go pay dudes that rape you
If the dates ruined like skanks do
Don't make you a sprayed goon
On the Channel eight news
I'm not fake news I make you
Spray ooze with brains loose
Like ya take shrooms, escape doom
But Beirut's got Afghans strap man
Blast gats in Bagdad with a tampax
And anthrax, no last chance man
Pop Xanax before trash cans
Get a dead fags ass stacked bags
For the sandman to wrap stacks
Of dead man's stash to mask that
These snitches bitching
In the kitchen every minute living
To listen to misfit getting livid
I don't know why they wanna die
Tonight and lose their life
When they talk a lot a shit with
A mouth wishing to get hit with
A wishlist with a biscuit with this
Cash to blast ya mouth in a clinic
I see you in the ICU don't get slick
Ya nit wit or I'm giving you a ticket
To the mortician
These snitches bitching
In the kitchen every minute living
To listen to misfits getting livid
I don't know why they wanna die
Tonight and lose their life
When they talk a lot a shit with
A mouth wishing to get hit with
A wishlist with a biscuit with this
Cash to blast ya mouth in a clinic
I see you in the ICU don't get slick
Ya nit wit or I'm giving you a ticket
To the mortician
In the kitchen every minute living
To listen to misfits getting livid
I don't know why they wanna die
Tonight and lose their life
When they talk a lot a shit with
A mouth wishing to get hit with
A wishlist with a biscuit with this
Cash to blast ya mouth in a clinic
I see you in the ICU don't get slick
Ya nit wit or I'm giving you a ticket
To the mortician
You speaking ya English
With a penis in ya teeth bitch
Ask Beavis when ya butt heads
Before ya cut dead and blood's red
Like Syria's period becomes a mess
And ya brains leaking like Lincoln
Don't play games or the streets get
To know what ya thinking
Without ya mouth speaking
Ya think shit before ya screaming
Like a speed bitch tweaking
With demons all ya see is Jesus
When ya get hurt I hit worse
Than Big Lurch and get smurfed
Like Corbin's foreskin in more shit
Than Mormons pouring more gin
Skanks get raped soon on K2
And take booze before it's late too
Go pay dudes that rape you
If the dates ruined like skanks do
Don't make you a sprayed goon
On the Channel eight news
I'm not fake news I make you
Spray ooze with brains loose
Like ya take shrooms, escape doom
But Beirut's got Afghans strap man
Blast gats in Bagdad with a tampax
And anthrax, no last chance man
Pop Xanax before trash cans
Get a dead fags ass stacked bags
For the sandman to wrap stacks
Of dead man's stash to mask that
These snitches bitching
In the kitchen every minute living
To listen to misfit getting livid
I don't know why they wanna die
Tonight and lose their life
When they talk a lot a shit with
A mouth wishing to get hit with
A wishlist with a biscuit with this
Cash to blast ya mouth in a clinic
I see you in the ICU don't get slick
Ya nit wit or I'm giving you a ticket
To the mortician
These snitches bitching
In the kitchen every minute living
To listen to misfits getting livid
I don't know why they wanna die
Tonight and lose their life
When they talk a lot a shit with
A mouth wishing to get hit with
A wishlist with a biscuit with this
Cash to blast ya mouth in a clinic
I see you in the ICU don't get slick
Ya nit wit or I'm giving you a ticket
To the mortician
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