Omen $uicideboy$ & Ramirez
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[Hook: Juicy J]
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
[Verse 1: YUNG MUTT]
Bitch, I be the whore of Babylon, tag along
I got more Adderall, chill out
Bitch, I be the poor vagabond
Spray paint a pentagram on the Pentagon
I'm a gone pecan
Smoking blunts like I'm fuckin' up the Amazon
Spelling Grey with a motherfuckin' epsilon
I can't explain the phenomenon
Runnin' from the cops like a marathon, cut em' to the palm
Sing a sad song to your bitch, now she sendin' me emoticons
Fuck her throat on the intercom
In my locker, there's a bomb, hit a lick at prom
Kill a thousand people, then I yawn
Crack of dawn, smoke a sack, staying calm
Rap game Genghis Khan—ah, fuck!
Popped eight pills, now I'm octagon
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
Late last night, lyin' in the bed, eyes red
Thinking, "should I get these hoes?"
Thinking, "should I cut they head?"
[Verse 1: YUNG MUTT]
Bitch, I be the whore of Babylon, tag along
I got more Adderall, chill out
Bitch, I be the poor vagabond
Spray paint a pentagram on the Pentagon
I'm a gone pecan
Smoking blunts like I'm fuckin' up the Amazon
Spelling Grey with a motherfuckin' epsilon
I can't explain the phenomenon
Runnin' from the cops like a marathon, cut em' to the palm
Sing a sad song to your bitch, now she sendin' me emoticons
Fuck her throat on the intercom
In my locker, there's a bomb, hit a lick at prom
Kill a thousand people, then I yawn
Crack of dawn, smoke a sack, staying calm
Rap game Genghis Khan—ah, fuck!
Popped eight pills, now I'm octagon
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