(Chorus x2)
Waving 45's at the public eye
I hate the f**ing world I live in
I'm not one to lie
I've got some ammo and a heater
Better hope I serve a sentence
I'm a f**ing public menace
(Verse 1)
I'm a, I'm a
A citizen k**er with medals and accolades
Earned by slaughtering these f**ing
peasants in my pirate raids
Flyer than the bees that ate
the flying f** out Nick Cage
and stabbing f*ggots in the rib cage
with six switch blades
That's insane someone take his a** away
Beat the tar out him 'till his stupid face
don't look the same
Take your best shots
I believe gain married the pain
Break my f**ing jaw now I'm getting the riches
f** the fame
I'm G as sh**
I'm smoking crack out of a toilet bowl
My buddies told me to spit bars
f** it, I did it so
I k**ed them both and sent myself
into the f**ing hospital
Nothing else had been so hot
and yet so f**ing cold
My lyrics burned down a soup kitchen
you, what a shame
I got a noose up in my closet
cuz my bro wanted to hang
Took the heat instead of that one motherf**er OJ
They said that I was strangling but
I was just doing the same
I don't understand half the sh** around me
Show your tits you get a drink
You show your dick you get a pounding
My mother has been concerned with lack of
friends that come surround me
But I'm hiding
I'm surprised a single soul has found me
I'm going back to school
Let's take a look at what I need
I need a shiv, some lighter fluid
Some matches, an m80
An AK that fires fatal shots
with lack of aiming
Finna k** all of these b**hes
like mama dun k**ed her baby
I'm done with giving sh**s
I'm done trying to make friends
I'm done with acting like I'm all
happy until the day ends
I'm done with making raps and sh** that
people say don't make sense
I'm done with people saying they cut
when they barely dent
I'm done with everybody here
Everyone is garbage
I'ma bring a rifle to my high school
That'll start sh**
I hate my f**ing life
you bet your a** that I'ma show it
I got one chance to make my point
I hope that I don't blow it
Y'all gon know it
(Chorus x2)
Waving 45's at the public eye
I hate the f**ing world I live in
I'm not one to lie
I've got some ammo and a heater
Better hope I serve a sentence
I'm a f**ing public menace
(Verse 2)
It's the return of the nastiest, craftiest a** blaster
Making b**hes call me daddy
I seem like a f**ing pastor
I'm not a f**ing holy man
I just wanted to ask her
what to say to make her make me
My salami sandwich faster
I hit a b**h with the back of a black hammer
And tell the f**ing sheriff
I saw the guy that attacked her
A tall white man that rode by on a tractor
and appeared to be tripping balls
on fumes before and after
I make a clean escape and head back to the pickup
Drive down a block or two
and buy some glue and six s*uts
then bring them b**hes back to the cut
after the stickup
and neck a f**ing bottle 'till
I'm suffering from hiccups
I'm a genius, a superhero's nemesis
I throw these naughty words around
like my dumb a** invented it
I body verses hard and double fist these instrumentals
Yea, I'm f**ing up these pads of paper
with my f**ing pencils
I take it back, f** writing utensils
I dun wrote a hook for all my songs in seconds
so suspenseful
How's he do it? How's he k**ing?
How's he spewing all this venom?
How's he got the nuts that big enough
to put his f**ing time into
the song that he produced
and blew the panties off my granny?
b**h, I'm grinding to a pulp
I'm in my cave, I'm never happy
But I'm finding bits of solace
in completion of the verses
that destroy the f**ing puppies
b**hes hide inside their purses
I've reached a verdict
I'm always nervous
That's why being on the offense
is the only thing that works
I'm trying to lookout for my a**
and break my foot off up in yours
and at the same time
rate rhymes, rape, repeat
and bake lines
that sh** was crazy
a seventeen year old
with microphones, a dream,
and nothing else but f**ing talent yo
now who be f**ing with them
stupid groupies
and not focusing on lyrics
Stop your overzealous using
get your stupid a** producing
It's the wolf pack
It's the mother f**ing wolf pack
Yea, It's the mother f**ing wolf pack
(Chorus x4)
Waving 45's at the public eye
I hate the f**ing world I live in
I'm not one to lie
I've got some ammo and a heater
Better hope I serve a sentence
I'm a f**ing public menace