Malebranche ha ! Judecca ?
Hit my planet left a crater
Precocity Prevaricator

Oh my girl’s been dead, didn’t bother to tell me ?
what the fuck kinda bullshit yall tryin to sell me ?
Is it all a big story, am I not cool enough ?
Cause I don’t sling dope, and don’t wear cuffs ?
Cause I’m not that buff ? I guess I didn’t make the cut ?
Guess I’ll live more rough ? and start lickin dirty cunts ?
Maybe join the army ? to let the fuckin man, farm me ?
How could fuckin your ass, harm me ?
Start smoking all day blunts, and doing backyard stunts
Wearing mesh shorts and a 4 x shirt
That’s the job of a crony, take back cans for baloney
What’s a union contractor ? yeah blow me
Next thing I know, I hear she’s off in Yellowstone
I got my dick in my hand over here on the phone
I’m the man with the tools for the job
Ain’t a dude that even knows how to use em in your mob
I respected your mom…

Your tattoos say get money, I think it’s funny
You know that kinda dude ain’t slappin snooze at five twenty…
He’s prolly got a fine honey, one he beats up
And they fight every night, so she plays slut...
And Then I get my heart broke, and put it into my cuts
When you start to bleed, I squeeze butts
When you start to breath hard… that’s enough
I slow down I’ll make my rounds, straight pound…

So let me get this straight ?
you say, you don’t like your love no more and now its hate ?
While I’m staring in your eyes kissin face ?
Because I got lied to, and I told the truth ?
Tell your dad, and your brother, mamma too
Yeah maybe I flipped out
When the girl I loved skipped town…
Speculation leaves me lookin like a clown ?
sunk my battleship down leavin me to drown…
I never get a message, hear a sound ?
How could I jump, when I started to fall ?
Everyday she hits my head like a wreckin ball !
Odium slowly forms the firmer mind…
I’m treasuring the was, but I cannot find
I’m the guy that loved your daughter
check out all the drugs I bought her
I’m a liar, No I’m honest. Got it twisted like a bonnet…
Your own little world to slaughter…
Win the fight, the war gets stronger…
And the rounds get longer, it never grows tired…

Your tattoos say get money, I think it’s funny
You know that kinda dude ain’t slappin snooze at five twenty…
He’s prolly got a fine honey, one he beats up
And they fight every night, so she plays slut...
And Then I get my heart broke, and put it into my cuts
When you start to bleed, I squeeze butts
When you start to breath hard… that’s enough
I slow down I’ll make my rounds, straight pound…