(Oh No)
Motion, It is gonna mess me up
Drop down when i pop clowns cop down let off six rounds
Fore my wrist snapped from the kickback of the tre-pound
Hands up face on the ground whats gone happen now
Turn the f**in gun around (RODAMEZ GO TO HELL!)
Put the barrel in my mouth pulled the trigger out of shells
Haul ah n***a off to jail, you ain't on my level
You can't see me but you can see the red dot from the shot hit your head covered in red Daredevil
Communicating with hell through email I'm like dear devil I'm on my way and it'll be a cold day that I consider foreplay
With strap-on lesbians shades of grey and ash trays
Smoke a little crack but my dope-feen lean give ah normal n***a cardiac ah heart attack
Hooked on aspirin chewing zany bars crashing cars on mushrooms and laughing
Blacked out-- Woke up in the back of a van with two fans and they're both tweens, they said they really love 12teen and Rodamez Raheem and we should make a video
Smells of gas-fumes, outhouse bathrooms, nitrous, jenkum synthetic quaaludes fi--- what you say b**h--(why don't you do a song with Taylor Swift) she keep nag'in like when you gonna do a song with Taylor Swift and i can't shake it off ain't that some sh** so i grab the f**in hammer and i hit this bi---ahhh what's all that noise where's my boys, I'm loseing control I lost my soul so you can take those missing pictures off those poles a kiss from a rose and a bloody nose the pain in my face the pain on your face the c**aine was lace you had a pretty face...
(music change)
12teen this is what I mean...
My Bel-Air hold so much weight Philip Banks, my pockets stay with so much money i should fill up banks
Cruising slow through your hood puffin on that dank, b**h in the back seat with her face stank she gone off that Molly Ringwald, pretty pink, cloudcrowd taste-makers stay on that paper chase
And now the pa**enger just woke up gaggin' stabbin' himself in the arm like something happen we all laughin' on d** you can't imagine it's a good time, (what the f** ya'll slip in my drink)
(?)thrill of the hunt, we outdoors f** ah vaporizer roll up ah blunt (?)
Its gnarly, prolly, karate chop somebody i'm wobbly, light a match lock all my fans inside of the party
A suicide pact i started ain't tell nobody