Drop the Bomb
I dont need nobody
Bitch to tell me if Im somebody
Solo Dolo arguing in the park with my Shadow
Yell in the names of my friends girls i Fucked
What don't you get Tourettes
Fuck shit bitch cunt
You next
And I don't get regrets I get revenge I Have it on my arm in case I never said
Having a full blown convo in my head
Over which one of us spits best
People starting to question if I'm truly Insane
I'm starting to find hangman more Then a game
My pen game like hold my hand over A Flame
Make sure you scream next time you Saying my name
I don't fuck with none of y'all
You can turn this off and I can prove You soft
No point to battle got something on Your chest let me smash the clavicle
I'm an animal pill popping by the Handful
You ready when I drop the bomb
Why you praying to God
We trying to survive
Are you tough or not
Get murdered with a pen these tats on My arm reflect the thoughts in my h
Head
Everybody on the ground
Or everybody dead
I'm quick to put one In your head
Her water broke the second that your Melon drop
You doin that mara wan
I'm on the Audubon
You minimal thought your true colors Were invisible
You a bitch
It's hard to think I need a therapist
For my balls to shrink
You get that shit
Stop and think
I don't got time to blink
Someone called 911 bitch yea Teladoc
Front not
At my door knock
You scared why
Lil ass kickin never hurt no by
This could go two ways ya girl she bi
You can front but you can't fool
You were fool and We already knew
The beat drop the same time as the pill
Enjoy the trill
Wake up in a week
Like bitch you wrote this
Handful of pills is the only the only Reason
I act right otherwise I'm Obnoxious and uptight
Got beef fly a kite
Be on my level dig with my shovel
Questions to myself like what's life
Is it today or tonight
Am I using the gun or usin the knife
Coming home walking on ice An egg Shells
Its cool we living hell
Your girlfriends hater
Na For real I fucking hate her
Gotta talk to you in laymen's
Thought I called her a slut she thought I said Lay men
In church with my boys like aye man
You prepared for the worst I've been Living with a curse
A jerk Since birth
Writting satanic symbols in the dirt
Bitch to tell me if Im somebody
Solo Dolo arguing in the park with my Shadow
Yell in the names of my friends girls i Fucked
What don't you get Tourettes
Fuck shit bitch cunt
You next
And I don't get regrets I get revenge I Have it on my arm in case I never said
Having a full blown convo in my head
Over which one of us spits best
People starting to question if I'm truly Insane
I'm starting to find hangman more Then a game
My pen game like hold my hand over A Flame
Make sure you scream next time you Saying my name
I don't fuck with none of y'all
You can turn this off and I can prove You soft
No point to battle got something on Your chest let me smash the clavicle
I'm an animal pill popping by the Handful
You ready when I drop the bomb
Why you praying to God
We trying to survive
Are you tough or not
Get murdered with a pen these tats on My arm reflect the thoughts in my h
Head
Everybody on the ground
Or everybody dead
I'm quick to put one In your head
Her water broke the second that your Melon drop
You doin that mara wan
I'm on the Audubon
You minimal thought your true colors Were invisible
You a bitch
It's hard to think I need a therapist
For my balls to shrink
You get that shit
Stop and think
I don't got time to blink
Someone called 911 bitch yea Teladoc
Front not
At my door knock
You scared why
Lil ass kickin never hurt no by
This could go two ways ya girl she bi
You can front but you can't fool
You were fool and We already knew
The beat drop the same time as the pill
Enjoy the trill
Wake up in a week
Like bitch you wrote this
Handful of pills is the only the only Reason
I act right otherwise I'm Obnoxious and uptight
Got beef fly a kite
Be on my level dig with my shovel
Questions to myself like what's life
Is it today or tonight
Am I using the gun or usin the knife
Coming home walking on ice An egg Shells
Its cool we living hell
Your girlfriends hater
Na For real I fucking hate her
Gotta talk to you in laymen's
Thought I called her a slut she thought I said Lay men
In church with my boys like aye man
You prepared for the worst I've been Living with a curse
A jerk Since birth
Writting satanic symbols in the dirt
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Writer(s): Brad Stimmel
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