(Chorus x2)
Waving 45's at the public eye
I hate the f*cking 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*cking public menace
(Verse 1)
I'm a, I'm a
A citizen killer with medals and accolades
Earned by slaughtering these f*cking
peasants in my pirate raids
Flyer than the bees that ate
the flying f*ck out Nick Cage
and stabbing faggots in the rib cage
with six switch blades
That's insane someone take his ass 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*cking jaw now I'm getting the riches
f*ck the fame
I'm G as sh*t
I'm smoking crack out of a toilet bowl
My buddies told me to spit bars
f*ck it, I did it so
I killed them both and sent myself
into the f*cking hospital
Nothing else had been so hot
and yet so f*cking 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*cker OJ
They said that I was strangling but
I was just doing the same
I don't understand half the sh*t around me
Show your tits you get a drink
You show your di*k 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 kill all of these b*tches
like mama dun killed her baby
I'm done with giving sh*ts
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*t 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*t
I hate my f*cking life
you bet your ass 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*cking 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*cking public menace
(Verse 2)
It's the return of the nastiest, craftiest ass blaster
Making b*tches call me daddy
I seem like a f*cking pastor
I'm not a f*cking holy man
I just wanted to ask her
what to say to make her make me
My salami sandwich faster
I hit a b*tch with the back of a black hammer
And tell the f*cking 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 sl*ts
then bring them b*tches back to the cut
after the stickup
and neck a f*cking bottle 'till
I'm suffering from hiccups
I'm a genius, a superhero's nemesis
I throw these naughty words around
like my dumb ass invented it
I body verses hard and double fist these instrumentals
Yea, I'm f*cking up these pads of paper
with my f*cking pencils
I take it back, f*ck writing utensils
I dun wrote a hook for all my songs in seconds
so suspenseful
How's he do it? How's he killing?
How's he spewing all this venom?
How's he got the nuts that big enough
to put his f*cking time into
the song that he produced
and blew the panties off my granny?
b*tch, 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*cking puppies
b*tches 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 ass
and break my foot off up in yours
and at the same time
rate rhymes, rape, repeat
and bake lines
that sh*t was crazy
a seventeen year old
with microphones, a dream,
and nothing else but f*cking talent yo
now who be f*cking with them
stupid groupies
and not focusing on lyrics
Stop your overzealous using
get your stupid ass producing
It's the wolf pack
It's the mother f*cking wolf pack
Yea, It's the mother f*cking wolf pack
(Chorus x4)
Waving 45's at the public eye
I hate the f*cking 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*cking public menace