FUCK THE WEAK
Makin you sick to yo tummy like sodomy
You cannot tell me that I'm not a prodigy
I'm makin devil shit
Featured the best in reality
$Aber's a fuckin G homie
So Blow Me up like Nagasaki
Enola Gay dropped me off
Like gettin called to the principal's office
I'm honestly flawed and tattooed like a god
So you better bow down while my balls hit your jaw
Fuck it, fuck it up grand
I'm stackin paper with rubber bands
Benjamin Franklin my favorite head
Better than Lincoln's you know the rest
Fuck it, why yo bitch late
She suck on my dick while she makin you wait
Ridin on top of me like it's a rodeo
Bitch I'm a bull I'm just lettin you know
Fuckin em up
Don't make a sound
Niggas claim they up
When we up lay em down
Pussy joke funny turn smile to a frown
Pussy so pussy in the night need a gown
Out of this world but you can't leave yo town
Sleep for the weak bitch
I can't take a break ho
What you make in a year what I make in a day ho
Rollie still dancing like ayo and teo
With pepper and mayo
Got sauce to the angels
Pretty bad bitch and she hittin them angles
Legs in the air and I'm grabbin her ankles
Spit in her mouth she get nut as her facial
Nut on her toes cause she just got a petty
Back to this cheese I got Gouda and Fetty
Back to my niggas got sticks and machetes
Back to the picture you get it already
You niggas might live if you don't intervene
His bitch claim love since dick hit her spleen
He got the wrong jersey why these niggas switch teams
Damn $aber flow mean
And I came clean like a washin machine
Freaks in my sheets and they all popped a bean
If she bringin two friends I'mma make em all scream
If her boyfriend show up then it turn Halloween
Fuck it, fuck it up grand
I'm stackin paper with rubber bands
Benjamin Franklin my favorite head
Better than Lincoln's you know the rest
Fuck it, why yo bitch late
She suck on my dick while she makin you wait
Ridin on top of me like it's a rodeo
Bitch I'm a bull I'm just lettin you know
With all my intentions I'll mention in seconds
That Devth Kvlt and Wasted Youth be the collectives
Because we don't stop for a second
Grindin and putting in work here's a lesson
You struggle we just gain respect
I acquired a tech yes a submachine gun with a handful of Xanax
A quarter of hard and a few shards of phetamines
Boy you done fucked up these drugs be yo destiny
I don't, want your, bullshit apology
Shoutout to ARAGOTH he never doubted me
I never doubted I'd do all these felonies
You think that your music's inspiring
Except for the few I look up to y'all lose
Cause I'm givin no fucks like I'm celibate
Rude
I wallow in all of the fumes I'm inhalin
Celebrity crush lookin like Sarah Palin
I'm wasted inside I was chosen by Satan
Surrounded by sulfur it's burning my lesions
I'm fiendin you're seizin
Wellbutrin's the reason
I need you to suffer so we can be even
Consuming the flesh of the sick and the heathens
To muster up reasons to fuck up these demons
Transcending the beings beyond Caelum's dust
To the ether the void where the weak shrivel up
You cannot tell me that I'm not a prodigy
I'm makin devil shit
Featured the best in reality
$Aber's a fuckin G homie
So Blow Me up like Nagasaki
Enola Gay dropped me off
Like gettin called to the principal's office
I'm honestly flawed and tattooed like a god
So you better bow down while my balls hit your jaw
Fuck it, fuck it up grand
I'm stackin paper with rubber bands
Benjamin Franklin my favorite head
Better than Lincoln's you know the rest
Fuck it, why yo bitch late
She suck on my dick while she makin you wait
Ridin on top of me like it's a rodeo
Bitch I'm a bull I'm just lettin you know
Fuckin em up
Don't make a sound
Niggas claim they up
When we up lay em down
Pussy joke funny turn smile to a frown
Pussy so pussy in the night need a gown
Out of this world but you can't leave yo town
Sleep for the weak bitch
I can't take a break ho
What you make in a year what I make in a day ho
Rollie still dancing like ayo and teo
With pepper and mayo
Got sauce to the angels
Pretty bad bitch and she hittin them angles
Legs in the air and I'm grabbin her ankles
Spit in her mouth she get nut as her facial
Nut on her toes cause she just got a petty
Back to this cheese I got Gouda and Fetty
Back to my niggas got sticks and machetes
Back to the picture you get it already
You niggas might live if you don't intervene
His bitch claim love since dick hit her spleen
He got the wrong jersey why these niggas switch teams
Damn $aber flow mean
And I came clean like a washin machine
Freaks in my sheets and they all popped a bean
If she bringin two friends I'mma make em all scream
If her boyfriend show up then it turn Halloween
Fuck it, fuck it up grand
I'm stackin paper with rubber bands
Benjamin Franklin my favorite head
Better than Lincoln's you know the rest
Fuck it, why yo bitch late
She suck on my dick while she makin you wait
Ridin on top of me like it's a rodeo
Bitch I'm a bull I'm just lettin you know
With all my intentions I'll mention in seconds
That Devth Kvlt and Wasted Youth be the collectives
Because we don't stop for a second
Grindin and putting in work here's a lesson
You struggle we just gain respect
I acquired a tech yes a submachine gun with a handful of Xanax
A quarter of hard and a few shards of phetamines
Boy you done fucked up these drugs be yo destiny
I don't, want your, bullshit apology
Shoutout to ARAGOTH he never doubted me
I never doubted I'd do all these felonies
You think that your music's inspiring
Except for the few I look up to y'all lose
Cause I'm givin no fucks like I'm celibate
Rude
I wallow in all of the fumes I'm inhalin
Celebrity crush lookin like Sarah Palin
I'm wasted inside I was chosen by Satan
Surrounded by sulfur it's burning my lesions
I'm fiendin you're seizin
Wellbutrin's the reason
I need you to suffer so we can be even
Consuming the flesh of the sick and the heathens
To muster up reasons to fuck up these demons
Transcending the beings beyond Caelum's dust
To the ether the void where the weak shrivel up
Credits
Writer(s): James Mcclary
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