Verbal Suicide
Hey Slim
You want a pill to pop?
Ay Slim, you listening to me?
Goddamnit
Hi, how big is your fanny? Can I fit a whole Grammy inside
And hide two fists for days
Girl, I know these questions are gay but I just gotta know
Before I let this big dick flow
Turning up to a show and I don't know who the fuck's playing
Or what it is they're saying
All I know is this Uzis for spraying on S Club juniors
And I would rather have tumors all over my brain
Or get hit by cars, trucks, and trains
Than listen to this shit
And if you don't like this track then you can skip
The Feds are coming but I can't be assed running
I'm so weeded that I can't stop mumbling
I feel like I'm constantly tumbling
Just because you are royal doesn't mean that can rumble
Remember always be loyal to people that treat you the same
'Cause they'll have your back when you jus got beat up and you're in pain
Fuck that shit, I'm dissin' everybody
Fuck this beat
Fuck your song
Fuck this life
It's goin' on too long