I'm Infinite Too

<I'm just showing you all something

That I'm infinite

I'm proving it

Now get that beat moving bitch>

 

Sixteen lines of salt got me wired

Sixteen lines they gonna be vile

Call the courthouse, nigga get me on trial

And I been up all night, and my dreams are lit

About murdering beautiful women with bubble butts and small tits

Kissing and puking up venom, the meat grinder drips

Pretty bitches everywhere, pretty faces everywhere

With perfect symmetry pussy ebs as they’re dying

Grab this model’s skin so tight when I pull down on her clitoris

Her cheeks start smiling

Why is it every time I go to sleep my thoughts turn, violent

And sometimes I wake up next to a pornstar with a trumpet up her butt and her pussy skewered on a, fucking violin

Skinny ass model hung with triple D's

She was like a wheelie bin with twenty six inch rims

You know she ain't gonna be yours when the ride is pimped

Never swipe right on the fat ass with tiny hips

That's the roofie dust you puking up, bitch

Come on, I thought you wanted to kick it cool with us, bitch

And besides, I got a gun in my pocket

So think twice before you tell me to loosen my grip

Well now she's in the well like buffalo bill

Quit screaming bitch you'll get your soup in a bit

But you know I gotta feed you less cos you ain't pretty until I can see your ribs

Damn, what a bitch, that's all I can say

Damn, like her parents were beavers

Damn, there she goes again

Can't you hear her screaming beneath us?

Yeah

Too much sex got me numb like penicillin

Don’t ask me what I’m doing I’m just trying to pen this feeling

Hmm I'm kinda bored today, what'll I do?

Oh wait, fucking bitches, that's how I'll spend this evening

 

Shit, that's been more than 16 lines already?

Damn, and I was having fun, this shit's my confetti

Okay girls, it's time for spooning, when you're blind with bevvy

Vertebrae unto vertebrae, better hope your spines are ready

Till I can't go no more, and my third eyelid's heavy

I'm darker than Big L, combined with Shady

Never forget my manners, holding that dungeon door open

I'm right behind you lady

Slicker than Marshall Mathers, minus the weak spot

Because I'd never die for Haillie