[Verse 1]
If you wanna come and talk to me
I'm gonna tell you how you die
And I will see all that you've ever seen
Bring you to the courtyard, have a prophecy
Of me sneaking in your room, soon to be your tomb
Take off your pants
Then I raise my axe
I'll chop off your head, b**h
I smoke on some crack, b**h
I've never seen a child that I didn't like
I wanna dress up like a clown, act like a doll
Talk to you in your sleep, then make you f**ing drown
I will hide in your room until your parents leave
Then f**ing make noises until you come upstairs
Thinking nothing of it I will follow close behind you with a knife
Slash at your f**ing eyes
Until you're f**ing blind
Rope up your brothers and make a f**ing movie
Of you little kids screaming
Then I'll laugh. (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH)
Then I'll laugh and cry until you f**ing die
I will laugh and cry until you're f**ing five
[Verse 2]
Does Street Trill ever quit? (HELL NO!)
Does Street Trill give a sh**? (Probably f**ing not, b**h)
I want a 40 and a blunt, 7000 Gs to be precise
And I'm never gonna f**ing be nice
Get me sober and I'll f**ing k** myself
Get me too high and I'll k** everybody else
Until I'm the last man standing
Believe me when I say, "I will own this industry, if it's the last thing I do."
You know I f**ing f** dudes
Am I not interesting enough for MTV News?
Does my sh** offend? Do I f**ing scare you?
Well, I want some crack and some ketamine
Before I get really mean
Before I rip off my skin
Dead face mask, blood on my dick
From screwdriver f**ing some b**h with STDs
The sh** that I like, eat p**y with AIDS just for self-sacrifice
And that's what Street Trill really likes
A 14 year old with nice legs and a dirty dyke, b**h
That's it
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