Shotgun end it all
Getting high of adderall
Fuck it let’s go to the mall
Saks 5th all on my draws
Coat owns a makarov
Stand up bitch you are not tall
Cut you down an inch or two
Rockstar shit, with just my crew
Sexpot, new rocks
Goth night, twelve o’clock
Rocking only dreadlocks
Oops, get their heads popped
Criss cross apple sauce
Better learn a thing or two
When I’m running with your sauce
Hope you realize you just lost
Feast upon your eyes
On your own demise
Monsters in disguise
Make your soul mortified
Look me in the eyes
I’ll send chills down your spine
Eyeliner sharp I’ll make you cry
Want you hanging on your life
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