Gay Friends lyrics

(THE INDUSTRIAL REVOLUTION HAS BEEN A DISASTER FOR THE HUMAN RACE)

(SO EVIL BOYZ)

[Verse 1 : Acid Souljah]
I can teach you how to cook
I can teach you how to chef
I can teach you how to be Task Force to the death
I done repped the Based God like my whole life
I don't know how fake based people even sleep at night
I'm off a percocet I need that to sleep at night
My haters down bad and they highkey hate their life
If I feel bad I'mma just go book a flight
That b*tch off the percocet she look like Monster High
I'm taking dabs back to back I'm getting hella fried
b*tch Mob, b*tch Mob I always rep The b*tch Mob
Thank you to the f*cking Basеd God
Take a acid tab now I'm trapped in Based World
My wholе life I feel like I been trapped up in Based World
High as f*ck with long hair they thought I was from Wayne's World
I ain't watching no MTV bullsh*t
I f*ck your grandma then I steal her scripts
I see percocert, oxy, and valium
I already know my fiends will give me all their money just so they can get one of them
This b*tch must be crazy
She smoke it off the foil but she think I wanna f*ck her
b*tch I wouldn't f*ck no b*tch that smoke perc off the foil
My haters be the type of people that be hitting vapes with burnt coils (SH-SH-SHADOW)
My haters be the type of people that inhale heavy metals
You can talk sh*t but you are not on my level
In the Based World they treat me like a a f*cking General
In the Based World they treat me like a
(THE POLICE WILL NEVER FIND THE BODIES)

[Verse 2 : Acid Souljah]
Chris
When I die and go to Based World I'mma dam near run the sh*t
I got Scientology money in my pockets but I ain't getting funded by no bullsh*t
L. Ron Hubbard in my left pocket
Tom Cruise in my right pocket
My haters be like R. Kelly trapped up in the closet
I'ont even got a problem if you in the closet
All my gay friends cool as f*ck
I'm smoking weed with my gay friends
I'll hit licks with my gay friends
With my gay friends in the Mercedes Benz
And we finna hit a lick
My gay bro on Grindr and he setting up licks
We finna rob a old man who like 56
He tought that he was getting di*k but we pulled up with sticks
We got magazines we got drums and banana clips
I act c*cky cause I got a big banana di*k
Touch down in New York I start making hits
And her last man was trash he be riding di*k
In my DMs trynna get a open
Trynna link up so we can get recording
b*tch I don't wanna do a song
I'm with Christ Dillinger pouring green
We fell asleep on the subway
I dont know for how long
This gas pack hit my lungs like Mortal Kombat damn this sh*t really strong

(EVIL EMPIRE NEW YORKS DOWN SOUTH SUPPLIER, WE GOT IT FOR CHEAP, 1000 GRAMS UNCUT TO THE GUT)

(SHADOWMAN 13 REAL FENTANYL MUSIC )