40 Degrees Fahrenheit Is Slurpee Weather

Snapping like the bones on a suicidal crack addict
Was your brain fucking licked and your spine drop kicked
And you can lose a dick in a minute
You black hole neckass
You deadass a headass
Ima leave you behind dead last
Raised in suburban hell
Then I sipped some bourbon and fell in love with it
Don't make me bury you in cement
I see your family's laments in my dreams that are wet
Clear that chamber drop that banger
Bitch I am a lion tamer
To be honest I'm burnt so I'm always seeing floaters
My brains slower than a crowbar in a game of strip poker
I'm that young sperm donor
I'm fucking sick of four doors
My soul was forged in Mordor
Only cure for depression is more whores
According to the lore I was born for more gore
I bet you never seen shit like this
And I'll guarantee you never got dick like that
Fuck a traditional verse
I'm just tryna get Ric Flair to drive my fucking hearse
Just remember it will always get worse



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Writer(s): John Skrimp
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