Wulf - Public Menace lyrics

(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