[Verse 1]
I spit in the face of your god and religion
Got no time for fake politicians
Metaphysical, lyrical, spiritual
Cocky in vagina, that’s my ritual
Bad boy, rude boy, sound boy, killer
Be damned if a red neck call me his nigga
[?] being my choice of liquor
Turning most women to a certified sinner
Mentally sick, motherfucker, I lost it
Skeletons and rainbow flags in your closet
Don’t trouble trouble, trouble never troubled you
Moon Crickets locks shit down like curfew
[Verse 2]
Listen, hon, I ain’t the one
And tell Cyndi Lauper girls wanna hold guns
You can’t see me, son
Like I left you ungrateful bastards at precum
Shitty niggas tryna holla
Shut your mouth and show me your baby mama
‘cause y’all niggas broke, could only afford drama
Came back before [?], got niggas [?] trauma
She sells seashells by the sea shore
He raised in hell [?] clientele caught up in street war
Once you in, you know that there ain’t no detour
We need to eat more
What you think I rep the streets for?
I spit in the face of your god and religion
Got no time for fake politicians
Metaphysical, lyrical, spiritual
Cocky in vagina, that’s my ritual
Bad boy, rude boy, sound boy, killer
Be damned if a red neck call me his nigga
[?] being my choice of liquor
Turning most women to a certified sinner
Mentally sick, motherfucker, I lost it
Skeletons and rainbow flags in your closet
Don’t trouble trouble, trouble never troubled you
Moon Crickets locks shit down like curfew
[Verse 2]
Listen, hon, I ain’t the one
And tell Cyndi Lauper girls wanna hold guns
You can’t see me, son
Like I left you ungrateful bastards at precum
Shitty niggas tryna holla
Shut your mouth and show me your baby mama
‘cause y’all niggas broke, could only afford drama
Came back before [?], got niggas [?] trauma
She sells seashells by the sea shore
He raised in hell [?] clientele caught up in street war
Once you in, you know that there ain’t no detour
We need to eat more
What you think I rep the streets for?
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