F**k 98.5

I'm on another level
Fuck god n fuck the devil
I heat the needle I got frozen vessels
I'm crushing eggshells
I am the next gen
I'm firing off a thousand shots every second never had time for questions
Yup . guess this is a death threat
You only breathing because I haven't let you let be dead yet
It's (Me) I
Caress the best of
Midwestern breasts
I'd die for that pussy fuck getting tested
Couldn't be more direct of a message
Break a bottle smoke get sucked off n go shoot some pheasant
That's how I'm living I'm really living
These muthafuckaz peanut butter n jealous because I'm winning
Back on the liquor back on my bullshit
Glock 33 to ya chest like you Scottie Pippen
Back to my evil ways from my lowest point
I don't give a fuck n I got the funk call me old Cris
I really got it dawg, you not at all
I hit the bong n drop a song I been phenomenal
They ain't even listening so fuck the clever shit
Devils threesome wit ya mama n a reverend
How I treat the cash like I don't need it back
Quit ya bitching everybody has a broken past
I just copped the shotty where the locals at
You faggots signed to dirty games n now you got a broken ass
In a couple years I'll drop the n-word
You can blame n aim at me but start by looking inward
Ya fuckin hater... squidward
I eat the ass n crash Thanksgiving dinner
No longer do they do they do it like this
Wishful thinking was never an antidote for the bricks
Eskimo pussy bro been cold as a bitch
I'll leave ya stankin' that's some polar intent
N you ain't icy you just froze from the stench

Momma said quit the cursing so I made this song for her
Momma know I love ya shut the fuck up no I'm jokin' huh
I been balling since I choked Tavares back at Palmer huh
No quema cuhh, you can catch me burning chemicals
I terrorize you pussies in the Springs
We was downtown turn a parking lot into a boxing ring



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Taylor
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