PaRAn01D lyrics

[Intro]
Hoes back to back, why I don't beat my meat
b*tch, I rock Beauty:Beast, I rock Hysteric tees
Pass a bad b*tch to me, f*ck her good, make her cream
I can't pass her to you, you give hoes STD's
n*ggas-
HI-C TOUCHDOWN in this b*tch, man
L3Ft 4 D3aD Mixtape, man (Bloodbath)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go, go (L3-L3Ft 4 D3aD Mixtape)

[Verse]
I put blood in my blunt, this sh*t got me paranoid
Saw a demon in my dreams, I can still hear his voice
I just make one call, and them vamps get deployed
Send a sheet through the mail, yeah, them stamps get deployed
Hi-C too juiced up, I'm not talkin' steroids
Pop a pill in the mall like a f*ckin' Altoid
All these hoes on my di*k, it's so hard to avoid
Supercharged GT, engine make a lot of noise
240SX, that's my brand new toy
Five hunnid HP, that sh*t make a lot of noise
I was geeked in the mall, shoppin' on opioids
f*ckin' hoes back to back, that's the sh*t I enjoy
Hit the mall with them racks, that's the sh*t I enjoy
Hollow tips in my strap, bullets fly, asteroids
Two revolvers on my jeans, choppa seek and destroy
Burn his ass to a crisp, send his soul to the void (f*ck you)
And I got a rich b*tch, give me head in Rolls Royce
RX7 convoy, with like ten shroomie P's
In the malls, Saks Fifth, I was wearin' Prada wings
And we spent ten a piece, made it back the same week
'Member back in the days, sellin' sheet after sheet
You gon' pay a n*gga racks just to talk on a beat
Lil' bro, these roarguns, these is not Truey jeans
I rock Off-White sneaks, I rock Chrome Hearts sleeves
I got Prada's on my feet, now these hoes proud of me
In that V12 Scat, switchin' lanes, tires screech
n*ggas want beef with me, but they talk to police
b*tch, my belt Louis V, yeah, my hat double C
I f*ck hoes back to back, why I don't beat my meat
b*tch, I rock Beauty:Beast, I rock Hysteric tees
Pass a bad b*tch to me, f*ck her good, make her cream
I can't pass her to you, you give hoes STD's
n*ggas left me for dead, but you sow what you reap
Got a chop' with a scope, sweep your ass off your feet
Pretty boy Hi-C, f*cked the girl of your dreams
But I can't love a ho, b*tch, I'm still pushin' P
Pushin' supercharged dash, 500 GT
Or I'm pushin' gold caps, and them double stacked beans
n*ggas pushin' thirty tryna f*ck on a teen
Got exposed on the 'Gram, whole world know you a creep
Hot bars, hot flames, five hundred degrees
Hi-C strong and you weak, boy, you soft and you sweet
Bloody knuckle spikes, n*gga, I'll make you bleed
Supercharged GT crawlin' like a centipede
Call your main b*tch up, she a certified freak
Hi-C, I got hoes, from the West to the East
From the North to the South, I got girls goin' wild
Hit your b*tch from the back, and I bust on her mouth
n*gga, I don't wife hoes, I just sl*t b*tches out
I just smut b*tches out, then I kick b*tches out
I just f*cked your main b*tch, damn I know that you sick
n*gga splurged on them Ricks, now you can't pay your rent
Hi-C got gold di*k, give your main b*tch a fix
I don't got a big di*k, give your main b*tch that shrimp
I got K by the gram, give your main b*tch a sniff
Four stems to the face, I been geeked ever since
[Outro]
(Blood, darkness, come unto me)
(This is too easy)