Comin from the crypt wrapped up like a mummy
Two b*tches with they wrists slit layin cross the tummy
Three pictures of ya dad’s di*k and a stack of money
Four midgets on a pogo stick sippin gin and rummy
Five [?] sick from the firing squad
Six di*k suckers succin’ di*k moanin’ “oh god”
Seven like eleven semen it got a tight wad
Eight [?] sh*t i’m a damn fraud
Welcome to the motherf*ckin mind of a rat
Cold steel straight through no cheese in the trap
Lay in waste, screamin’ red
Muscle twitch, neck crack
Don’t give a f*ck about a b*tch unless she layin’ on her back
Unless she wrapped up unless she missin’ half her teeth
Unless she ugly as f*ck, unless she p*ss in her sleep
That’s when i’ll give a f*ck about you b*tch
Don’t bounce back trigger finger’s got a itch
Tied to a blue and green remote convertible
Dragged through the dirt, so hurted i’m hurtible
Imma beat ya ass so loud, assertible
Held down makin’ knee caps, invertible
I don’t give a f*ck about a thing, ever
Juliet hangin’ from a swing, heathers
Chasin’ down to the hamstring, leather
Mass suicide on a scene, together
I don’t give a f*ck about a thing, not one
Laid back, chillin with a twelve, shotgun
I know where you motherf*ckin’ live, mad son
Candyman c*mmin’ in your teeth, rotten
Imma show ya how to take a mutt and paper cut her up and butter on a [?] make a b*tch stutter