Can’t Stop lyrics

[Intro]
-37
-I'm 37!?
-I'm going to class
-Oh my god... 37! My girlfriend sucked 37 di*ks!
-In a row?

[Verse 1]
Trunk full of spooks and I'm hunting with a noose
And I'm pulling out these razors, making b*tches orange juice
Sitting, eating breakfast, playing some Minecraft
Then out from the back, I see b*tches getting cat scratched
Off to class where I bust the fat asses
And I'm busting nuts up in b*tches backpacks
A few heads in my black duffel bag
Sit back, and relax, and I listen to Dale laugh (what)
I ain't racist, but I'm baked as hell
Just got off of 4th street at that scout baking sale
Fell to the ground and I rattled my brain
And then I looked up at the school thinking 'Life is so plain'

[Bridge]
You got that wet pack, b*tch come and give me that
Girl I only want to know, where them titties at
I got 'em gassed, they be asking what I'm cooking with
Have your little brother ask your mom where the pus*y is?
[Hook] x2
No dyke b*tches messing with me
I got the dope in the back, smoking poison ivy
Sub in the trunk thumping up against the dead cops
It's gonna take an army to make me stop

[Verse 2]
I used to give a f*ck about success
Now I just want to see Mila Kunis undress
I used to wear Sketchers with no one to impress
The best, yes, you know I had to confess
Had a crush in the distance, in the relay
Faggots in the halls want a mother f*cking foot race
I can beat Dale when it comes to f*cking leg day
Sweeping the floors, it's my job I think I'm okay
Illuminati got my mind f*cked up
If I rap about blunts will they fire right up?
Cause this sh*t is fire, you'll have to admit it
Visit you at the psych ward you're committed
Your hoe's a mother f*cking ball juggler
She juggles more balls than your grandma does bruh!
Sitting on the bus, and b*tch you know it's short
Twisting up brains, it's my new favorite sport

[Hook] x2
No dyke b*tches messing with me
I got the dope in the back, smoking poison ivy
Sub in the trunk thumping up against the dead cops
It's gonna take an army to make me stop