YOU’RE NOT A ROCKSTAR!!##% lyrics

[Intro]
b*tch I'm Nascar, who are you?

[Verse 1]
Ayye, I just wanna die in the function
Groupie, I just close my eyes when I’m f*ckin'
Skin her, asked to f*ck her alive in my dungeon (am I dead yet?)
Corpse in the Porsche, "is that blood?", yes of course
b*tch, I'm drunk as f*ck and driving home, off course
f*ck that rap sh*t, I’m screaming until I'm hoarse
b*tch, I am the king, this throne is not yours
Skirt off, on a groupie like it was forced
b*tch I'm hopeless, demons chose him
Fist fight, bones, everything is in motion
"Die die die little pus*y" is what I told him
Knock his ass out, keep him in comatose then
"You're not a rock star, b*tch, you're a soundcloud di*k"
Knock his ass in a ditch, now he can't find his teeth
Yea, I heard he is a snitch
They'll find his ass in a sink, yea
I'm quick to break a b*tch if he snitchin on me

[Bridge]
Lay me in my coffin
Why the f*ck are you talking?
Break my heart with caution
I just need to weigh my options
Lay me in my coffin
Why the f*ck are you talking?
Break my heart with caution
I just need to weigh my options
[Verse 2]
Murder with me
I’m not talking ’bout college when I say "first degree"
Break in the side of my jaw like it wears a blue beret
I got dollars on dollars what is it worth to me?
b*tch, I'm Nascar, who you are never occurred to me
And, I’m quick to cut 'em open, like a surgery
These f*ckers writing like me, I'mma sue for perjury
I never heard of you, I guarantee you've heard of me
And if I’m being honest, you could probably learn from me
I am ready to die, I say it with certainty
And f*cker, if it's not money, you won't get work from me

[Outro]
Break. Me. Open
Break. Me. Open
Break me open, eyes bloodshot, she can't breathe don't give a f*ck, I'm the devil what you want? I want more souls, so envy
Die!