My Last Words lyrics

[Verse 1]
Devilish rockin' in hell, mind of a psycho funk I sell
The U-N-H-O-L-Y just as well
I think I gotta buzz from the quart of Champelle
Time to get wicked watch me kick it
And I'm a throw it in your face until your sick of it
You see the radio won't play my music
If I say suck my di*k they refuse it
f*ck the radio now what 'cha wanna do
f*ck 107.5 and channel 50, too
f*ck the new dance show also
"I'm sick of that sh*t, listen to the hit"
And any motherf*cker who doubts me
Close your mouth 'cause you don't know sh*t about me
I got a whole new attitude, I still get rude
I still kick wicked sh*t and I ain't changin' sh*t
f*ck censorship I say suck my di*k
Back to back with a ho and a b*tch
And all y'all suckas can suck my balls
And if I'm goin' to hell, I'm goin' out sayin' f*ck y'all

[Hook]
Yeah I got some last words (f*ck all y'all!)
Yeah I got some last words (f*ck all y'all!)
Yeah I got some last words (f*ck all y'all!)
Yeah I got some last words (f*ck all y'all!)
[Verse 2]
b*tches, n*ggas, parents, teachers
The radio, the church house, and the preacher
Suck my di*k till I die
You think I give a f*ck if I make your grandma cry
b*tch get real, 'cause I'm a get ill
Some n*gga tryin' to dis me? Now be for real
I got the funk I flow, just to f*ck ya ho
And I'm cold gettin' pus*y 'cause your b*tch said so
f*ck Reverend Night, while I rock the mic
Better lock your doors on devil's night
'Cause I'm a crucafix and let loose the mix
And for the punks who don't like me let loose my di*k
Turn the noise up and watch me tear it up
And if ya ain't singin' with me shut the f*ck up
I'm gonna make ya holler, while I clock big dollars
While your b*tch is cold screamin' my name, yes y'all
For all y'all hopin' for my downfall
f*ck all y'all

[Hook]
Yeah I got some last words (f*ck all y'all!)
Yeah I got some last words (f*ck all y'all!)
Yeah I got some last words (f*ck all y'all!)
Yeah I got some last words (f*ck all y'all!)
[Verse 3]
On your FM band, I get banned off the radio dial
I get buck wild, now I gotta style
That just won't quit
And if you don't like it just suck my di*k
The U-N-H-O-L-Y son of a b*tch
Cold holdin' my di*k 'cause I'm doin' this sh*t
How this sh*t be done rappin' son of a gun
You said you saw me with the devil, but I ain't the one
So try to fess me, or even test me
But f*ck you and Elvis Presley
I'm sick of that dead motherf*cker let him die
Everybody always comin' with an alibi
Now they say he ain't dead, he livin' in Texas
When all the b*tches on the planet think I'm sexist
f*ck Elvis Presley he can suck my nuts yes
What he meant to you, I give a f*ck less
And I don't care about you, her, or him
It's long, tall, short, fat E-S-H-A-M
And to all the ones that hope for my downfall
It'll never happen so f*ck all y'all

[Hook]
Yeah I got some last words (f*ck all y'all!)
Yeah I got some last words (f*ck all y'all!)
Yeah I got some last words (f*ck all y'all!)
Yeah I got some last words (f*ck all y'all!)