Cowboy

Mr. Infamous, back with a bag of tricks

sick of this reality, king me bitch

poppin non stop, pedestrians are getting hit

cuz i wont adapt, i aint learning shit

low life, scumbag, degenerate

fashionably late, no watch on my wrist

"here, stop talking and take a hit of this"

the demon whispers, cant take much more of this

dead people screaming in my sleep

as often as masturbaters splurting on their sheets

"welcome to the realm of the wicked, how may i take your order"

"ok, i'll have a large frie, a milkshake, and a double cheeseburger"

dont see much for our future

little kids brain washed, chasing the paper

Tabula rasa, they fell into the trap

Go call your momma so she can get slapped

and get your dad too, im calling the shots

hes what? oh, i see, im sorry for your loss

These demons are relentless,

Clearly laughing in our faces

So im like fuck it, no interest in living

like kids who kill themselves from cyber bullying

So im like fuck it, no faith in humanity

its an arms race to the top, this is reality

People are getting murdered for money

somewhere women are spreading for money

like rumors of world war III

not shocked, saw that coming