Bonfire

nigga this is sin city, and all my niggas been wit me

sayin how u got racks, well nigga we got plenty

you know i always fuck around, but of course i always stay busy

drunk off the henny, now black santas creepin down your chimmeny

got the smith and weston, plus i got the rimmey

i dont need gaurds i keep the choppa with me

im comin for you piggies, and im aimin at your chinneys

lets not forget the chin, like you was asian

the weed i puff is out here knocking off these niggs faces

you cant call me racist, bruh i kill all kinds of races

so dude that clearly proves, i dont pick favorites

i just might use a gun that'll leave yo ass hairless

dont come to me beggin, cus i couldnt really care less

the parties that i go to, leave yo ass in a chair streched

im the shit the world cant wait for, like some shoes they aint wear yet

since im such a savage, when its cold i seem to wear less

the judge dont try me, cus he seen how i tear press

boy dont come on this track, you'll fuck around and get your train wrecked

i had a meeting with death, i fucked around and took a rain check

and i aint even there yet, its bonfire.