Popper Gang - Blunt Force Trauma lyrics

[Intro: Jesse Turvey] I just don't know if I'm ready for a blunt or not I mean like I never tried one before But my friends tell me that it's really fun That's a lot of weed Swag [Verse 1: Jesse Turvey] Well first off I be the first off Already cursed so we know I be the worst off You the first off at the first stop So you better NOT… Fall asleep Popper Gang 5 deep in this b**h Oh sh**, 1 short of a triple 6 clique 666 in a church with a burnt hearse while I'm fistin a dead Christian b**h Yup, I'm aware that it's f**ed up but I love it I'm writing enticing fantasies of Mr.Coathanger in a stomach But f** it My stories are sh** I don't write books I write hits That's why I k** people and burn sh** and than f** school like a b**h With a fake pair of tits And the fake kids egos that are bigger than her a** I'm sittin' at the back with a backpack of the Science lab And I'm thinkin' about blown' up the cla** Oh well You can find me mixin' and matchin And changing the mask for fashion Masturbate while Im stabbing a b**h Kinda like Terry Fox While I'm running' up the block with my co*k in my hand The roses are red The violets are blue And I got a gun, so get in the van b**h This a demonstration Me and Mr.Coathanger ain't playin I got b**h up in the trunk, so I'm sitting in the front While he's driving in the van that we get away in [Verse 2: Mr.Coathanger] f** you and your antics I'm a leave you f**in' frantic Running in panic… b*tch What the f** you gonna when I spit this quick All you f**in b**hes just b**hes Get ya clit licked Nick slick sh** No disses or witnesses This is just business Try to take my riches Leave you swimming' with fishes You're just a patient on Doctor Coathangers waiting list I don't really give a sh** about you mother f**ers causin' a ruckus You kickin' a bucket I'm rhyming' above it f** it Yo, I make that b**h bleed like I f**ed her with my razor dick She still lays there screaming holy f** you are amazing Nick I ain't tryna say that I'm a f**in' thug and sh** I just do what I do And I'm f**in' in love with it You once told me that I was obsessed But you still havn't dropped the fact That I f**ed your b**h yet Grip the tech Let it off You mother f**ers is running off to the end of the block Dead end You bout to get dropped Prayin to lord he doesn't exist You prayin to the floor, gun to your head But I back up and spray it instead… f*ggot [Outro: Johnny Poppers] Hahahahah yea It's that mother f**in' Popper Gang It's like a mental institution up in this b**h Triple poppers all day, don't give a f** ! fu*k BOB BARKER !