End of You

Talk shit to my face
Scene dying, know your place
Suburban bitches with their daddies money
Septum piercing make you feel like you're something

Scene full, a bunch of fucking pigs
Sick fucks touching kids, fucking pussy ass bitch
I'll bring that curb up to your teeth
Bite down bitch, make you eat concrete

What the fuck is up Toronto style
Lets see some fucking head stomps
Go

You see this gold on my bitch neck
This money made while I'm sleeping yeah in bed
You bitches talking but you ain't ever do shit
I'll dust it off like a mother fucking broom stick

8 in my pocket I fuck with that chop
Keep running your mouth you'll be choking on glocks
Stop ridding that dick cause you stinking of cock
She calling you daddy, she fucking the block

Brains, see your brains
I wanna see, see your brains
Look at your face, see your brains
I wanna see, see your brains

Urghh

Bree

Closed casket you asked for it



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Writer(s): Blake Weinzettl
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