Joker
• Written by TyGets
She back it up for a real nigga
Got me all inside my feelings
I dont know how to feel wit her
Im glad then im sad
i dont know how to deal wit her
What i mean she a queen
And i just wanna build wit her
Triple beam she on point
Get the point i will kill for her
Emotions run cold
Sold my soul
Pay the bills nigga
Scotian my potion
so potent
You might catch a chill nigga
Lampin' im vampin' im jammin'
Bob Marley
Your not bout that action
You actin' chris farley
Get white like the hamptons
Move fast like ferrari
you might need a napkin
im splashin' bacardi
Call me the baptain
Im crashin the party
Waiting outside
Thinkin' cash on your body
Creepin round back
With a mask and a shotty
Silent i entered
Then began the robbery
Gathered my victims
Inside of the lobby
High as kite playing
real life monopoly
I tell em be quiet while i'm
Taking your property
They whisper like ghosts
Planning escape so awkwardly
I laugh and i grin
While i explain
How arteries
Start flooding your brain
With blood during lobotomy
Rambling On about
Murder psychology
The Masons are behind
The scenes of society
controlling our lives
Through the global economy
im off of my meds
I cant deal with sobriety
Im stuck in my ways
I dont care for variety
I flip like a switch
Feel that evil inside me
Consuming my mind
While more demons arriving
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TyGets
Member since March 10 2019