Эй сука, зашeй мнe eбало
Акус, eтиб ан тилeД
I don't want a ton of cash
I want my dead body flying through the
Fucking dash
And all that bullshit
You're peddling to me is trash
So if it ain't gon go my way then you can
Kiss my ass
(Wait, let's switch it up a little bit)
I don't like a lotta folks
I don't wanna talk, fight, fuck
Or even make jokes
(But I do like the idea)
Of shoving shit down your throat
You gon lose down the sights of this
Trijicon scope
Ice pick to his chest, RIP his following
Oxygen, leaking from his lungs
He won't talk again
Say you hard, bitch hold your tongue
And let's work on that softening
Keep an eye out for them feds
They pick bad times for dropping in
Politicians in my eyes
For no particular reason
That I'm over all this shit
And I'm ready for treason
Y'all all fucking sound the same
Telling me that i'm decent
(I mean acting like i'ma actually fucking
Do that)
I don't want a ton of cash
I want my dead body flying through the
Fucking dash
And all that bullshit
You're peddling to me is trash
So if it ain't gon go my way then you can
Kiss my ass
(Wait, let's switch it up a little bit)
I don't like a lotta folks
I don't wanna talk, fight, fuck
Or even make jokes (But I do like the idea)
Of shoving shit down your throat
You gon lose down the sights of this
Trijicon scope
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