What The Fuck Is Going On

Aye
You can call me on the phone but bitch I'm thirsty
If you got a problem, now-Imma give you thirty
If you wanna holler, meet me at the chopper
Lookin' kinda dirty let me get you to nirvana
Hungry for the pussy but I hate the fucking drama
I don't think I'll manage but I really really wanna
Everybody gangsta till they meet their fucking karma
Now I got a lotta problems I don't fucking want em
Runnin' through the city with the motherfuckin' blade
Felt the chopper heavy so I left it at my place
Broke my fucking neck and then I left without a trace
Bury all the bodies bitch I came back just in case
Fuck you all, fuck the lord, fuck the peace
But sometimes I need someone to bring all of the fucking schemes
Now I got it
Do you want it
If you want it
Bitch I got it
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Bitch I got it

Still broke, but I gotta lay low, so low
Just another fucker, call me Scarecrow, wah
Gotta throw my shadow out the window, for sure
Wait a minute, let me use my limbo
Imma kill these fuckers cuz I'm real man
So I'm at the bottom and it's real bad
Isolated on my own I feel sad, shit
Bet you got a problem but I feel glad
Ha
Fuck them haters, smoke a blunt so I can numb this pain
I don't really give a fuck about the paper man, I don't
I keep doing this shit forever if I can
That's why I'm out here struggling to pay my fucking rent
Even though you got a problem with my music
Just leave me alone before I flip it and I lose it
Better watch your mouth because you talking to the lord
What
And don't forget I'm running with the motherfucking sword
With the sword



Credits
Writer(s): Plamen Raev
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