Boo's Bed

Finna erase this beat

Take this song word sheet

And I’m gonna just spit it

Polymerase, split, split the lyrics

Grab an A K Forty Seven

N’ leave T-Spawn

Peak out to heaven

Snag a wall bang shot

Couldn’t see em at all

Kids screamin’ aimbot

The trick is that I’m the best

I’m sick even wearing no headset

Y’all best disconnect, I’m the best/

Hit a triple headshot through their scalps

Happened once, didn’t even need an awp

These children are startin’ to pout loud

Puttin’ out their best efforts, but it’s not enough

They try to act like they’re tough

Anger 10 times exemplified

Wish I coulda seen their face

And heard the screaming rage

When they died in a video game

Voices were amplified over the mic

Saying big boy words like “what the fuck” and “dike”/

“I bet you a virgin”

Son, I have seen the colors of your boo’s bed, that's for certain

Boo’s bed

Boo’s bed

I’m a Booze head

Boo’s bed

Boo’s bed

Boo’s bed

I’m a Booze head

Boo’s bed

Who’s dead?

You’s dead!

Condom?

Didn’t use that

Now just you raise my brat

Remember that fact when you attack/

Straight dumped that little fucker in your lap

Then dipped like a true American dad

Ran away to write raps on legal yellow pads

Livin’ my life

Door to door

Horrible whores playin’

Dollar to dollar

Out in the elements

Stayin’ wetter than the otter

Said to bring it

So I brought it

No I didn’t bought it

Yes I robbed it

Best guess is I sought it

Manifested cuz I thought it

Put my wrist on hydraulics

Till the clip emptied

And the gun clicked, empty

Spraying at the enemy

Brought to their knees

Nothing personal

Just business

For the bees

Shot out their knees

Shout out the bees

Multiple personalities

Southern accent lovin’ iced sweet tea

Or an astronaut lost at sea

In a boat that’s filling up and quickly sinking/

Close my eyes for soon I’ll stop breathing

My life flashin’ before my eyes

I remember the color of your

Boo’s bed

Boo’s bed

Boo’s bed

I’m a Booze head

Boo’s bed

Boo’s bed

Boo’s bed

I’m a Booze head

Boo’s bed

Who’s dead?

You’s dead!

I’m dead

In your boo’s bed/

Hate on my flow, they do!

Why do you hate me, dude?

Didn’t need to flake on me, too

Brewed my tea, and grabbed your boo boo

And snagged on her booty string, too

I spend my hobby days crocheting

So I’m collecting hundreds of yards of yarn

Just to make something real x6

Somethin' real

 

Stop the reel

Stop!

Stop!

Stop the fucking reel!