lyrical kid

yeah,

drinking a quart of cola while i toss quarters at motherfuckers,

pull out my piggy bank and smash it on some whores, and told them, whatcha think

can i get the rubbers and gloves, and hand cuffs, ha

forgot to tell you i aint sober, now bitch roll over for some chump change

don't tryna pull a fit, if you dont want to get the choke chains,

and sprain youre damn neck with it, heck

im just a kid so into chicks with mental disorder

i guess im colder than a dead body left out in snow next to a pile of horse crap

saying yall wack rappers attempting to rap is wacker than Justin biebers rapping

shit boy thats facts! the evil filling my brain is ready to kill every feminine human being