Campfire

I pop like corn or the blackheads on your skin,

facts, I bash your head, chop your head, then throw it in a bin,

Never a lack a friend, my little friend, ill point it at your chin,

Got the mac, then 10, got it max, relax go enter your friend,,

All these contenders dont win,

I bet I been through thick and thin,

switch it and, your bitch my friend,

from the begin-in to end, man,

I binge spit, its still sick, on my sixth fifth,

I mean I feel sick,

so its only right im lonely like,

These phony wifes dont work or slice,

I fork my signs ($), from dirt I grind,

Dirty skin, it still just shine,