Cyanide and Silicone - Can't Stop lyrics

[Intro] -37 -I'm 37!? -I'm going to cla** -Oh my god... 37! My girlfriend s**ed 37 dicks! -In a row? [Verse 1] Trunk full of spooks and I'm hunting with a noose And I'm pulling out these razors, making b**hes orange juice Sitting, eating breakfast, playing some Minecraft Then out from the back, I see b**hes getting cat scratched Off to cla** where I bust the fat a**es And I'm busting nuts up in b**hes backpacks A few heads in my black duffel bag Sit back, and relax, and I listen to Dale laugh (what) I ain't racist, but I'm baked as hell Just got off of 4th street at that scout baking sale Fell to the ground and I rattled my brain And then I looked up at the school thinking 'Life is so plain' [Bridge] You got that wet pack, b**h come and give me that Girl I only want to know, where them titties at I got 'em ga**ed, they be asking what I'm cooking with Have your little brother ask your mom where the p**y is? [Hook] x2 No dyke b**hes messing with me I got the dope in the back, smoking poison ivy Sub in the trunk thumping up against the dead cops It's gonna take an army to make me stop [Verse 2] I used to give a f** about success Now I just want to see Mila Kunis undress I used to wear Sketchers with no one to impress The best, yes, you know I had to confess Had a crush in the distance, in the relay f*ggots in the halls want a mother f**ing foot race I can beat Dale when it comes to f**ing leg day Sweeping the floors, it's my job I think I'm okay Illuminati got my mind f**ed up If I rap about blunts will they fire right up? Cause this sh** is fire, you'll have to admit it Visit you at the psych ward you're committed Your hoe's a mother f**ing ball juggler She juggles more balls than your grandma does bruh! Sitting on the bus, and b**h you know it's short Twisting up brains, it's my new favorite sport [Hook] x2 No dyke b**hes messing with me I got the dope in the back, smoking poison ivy Sub in the trunk thumping up against the dead cops It's gonna take an army to make me stop