Misfit

Misfit
Yuh I'm The Misfit
Misfit
I Keep Them Spikes Up On My Wrist
Don't Give A F*ck About A Bih
Might Punch A N*gga In That Pit
I Be That Boy Who Don't Fit In
I'm The Misfit
I'm on thrasher magazine
Thrasher magazine
I'm 1 of 1, they can't be me
No they can't be me
I be countin' hella green
Countin' hella green
Luh' baby i got all these racks, look like a limosuine
I'm in the city wit a brat, i think she trininese
I know some n*ggas in the trap that still be servin' fiends
I'm rockin' helmut on my back & revenge on my jeans
I be that boy wit all that swag when i step on the scene
Bih i be swagged out
These n*ggas mad now
Turn to a mad house
Ain't no one safe up in that pit you might get smack down
Ain't no one safe up in that pit you might just crash out
You better be with all that sh*t, no turnin' back now
I swear to god don't get me pissed, i might just spaz out
& i can have me any bih, that's why she act out
Misfit
Yuh I'm The Misfit
Misfit
I Keep Them Spikes Up On My Wrist
Don't Give A F*ck About A Bih
Might Punch A N*gga In That Pit
I Be That Boy Who Don't Fit In
I'm The Misfit



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