FUCK! AH!
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck ah!!
Your fucking head would look better cut off
I wore this leather til my skin peeled off
Big red button finna make nukes drop
Fucked in the head thats why I lost my job
1312 I could never trust a cop
And where I'm from and all around that
Bullets fly at you like hi hats
Walked in the pub and they throw me out
They say I shoulda learned by now
But I got sum gas
And I got sum matches
Bet this fuckin venue will burn right down
Bed bug mattress
Need some fuckin help
Cause the voices in my head
Turning into fucking actions
When I see red its a chemical reaction
Wanna see you dead in a casket
Ahhhhhhhh
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck ah!!
Your fucking head would look better cut off
I wore this leather til my skin peeled off
Big red button finna make nukes drop
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck ah!!
Your fucking head would look better cut off
I wore this leather til my skin peeled off
Big red button finna make nukes drop
Code red old head at your spot
Green light be like wop wop wop
I tell Nascar he gotta chill, gotta stop
And he like fuck no and punches a cop
Punches a cop
Punches a cop
Cop cop cop
Big No Face
With the big chrome tre
They call me the stepper wit the big toe
Aye!
Your fucking head would look better cut off
I wore this leather til my skin peeled off
Big red button finna make nukes drop
Fucked in the head thats why I lost my job
1312 I could never trust a cop
And where I'm from and all around that
Bullets fly at you like hi hats
Walked in the pub and they throw me out
They say I shoulda learned by now
But I got sum gas
And I got sum matches
Bet this fuckin venue will burn right down
Bed bug mattress
Need some fuckin help
Cause the voices in my head
Turning into fucking actions
When I see red its a chemical reaction
Wanna see you dead in a casket
Ahhhhhhhh
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck ah!!
Your fucking head would look better cut off
I wore this leather til my skin peeled off
Big red button finna make nukes drop
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck ah!!
Your fucking head would look better cut off
I wore this leather til my skin peeled off
Big red button finna make nukes drop
Code red old head at your spot
Green light be like wop wop wop
I tell Nascar he gotta chill, gotta stop
And he like fuck no and punches a cop
Punches a cop
Punches a cop
Cop cop cop
Big No Face
With the big chrome tre
They call me the stepper wit the big toe
Aye!
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Writer(s): Colby Aaron Suoy, Nathan William Hose
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