Chris Wheeler - Menaces lyrics

[Intro] Shut up It's nothing Shut up Dope Shut up It's Recording [Verse 1: Fisher Kay] I don't know what I hate, but I know what I love That's these Lames, instrumentals and these vocals and stuff Life's a beach man and my ocean is tough sh** is totally bu*t But, my suicide will make sure my motives erupt Loading this gun, point it straight at my dome I want the gold and you can bet that I'm taking it home What is life? And who are you? I'm Eugene Do it, dude Grab that f**ing gat, blow out your f**ing brains Leave a f**ing note, give yourself a name Take away the pain, push against the grain Until you drive them insane Why do I sin when I try to refrain? The Devil's in my ear and he's writing again b**h, I've been a vet Hotter than the tips of f**ing cigarettes When I interject my voice into these instruments [Verse 2: Azoh] Punchlines crushing ya ligaments Feelings started getting intimate Cause I beat it up until it was sensitive The lame menaces Filling in all the crevices With bad words, cause I'm screaming out, "f** Censorship!" Lip stick stains on my V-Line Feel the bong rip as I'm feeling on her feline But, in the mean time The b**h you with is sending me nude pics of her behind Telling me how she hate your dick and that she can't wait to see mine And all this HUF sh** got me feeling flyer than bee hives I guess that's why I'm buzzing Nothing but green stuffing in this blunt that I'm puffing And all these hoes that I'm cuffing Ain't worth nothing but, f** it Tell the b**hes I love them So, I could get a good s**ing Yeah, we f** it up Like Skateboards In The Trunk And I never stress a c*nt I just light another blunt Haha, nothing but another s*ut