fr lyrics
by funeral
[Chorus: funeral]
I ain't know that was your b*tch
[?] di*k, for real
These pussies too fake, for real
I'ma go home, cook some steak, for real
On the whole gang, for real
Demons making me insane, for real
[?], for real
Put the Glock to his brain, for real
I ain't know that was your b*tch
[?] di*k, for real
These pussies too fake, for real
I'ma go home, cook some steak, for real
On the whole gang, for real
Demons making me insane, for real
[?], for real
Put the Glock to his brain, for real
[Verse 1: eek1x]
[?]
[Chorus: funeral]
I ain't know that was your b*tch
[?] di*k, for real
These pussies too fake, for real
I'ma go home, cook some steak, for real
On the whole gang, for real
Demons making me insane, for real
[?], for real
Put the Glock to his brain, for real
I ain't know that was your b*tch
[?] di*k, for real
These pussies too fake, for real
I'ma go home, cook some steak, for real
On the whole gang, for real
Demons making me insane, for real
[?], for real
Put the Glock to his brain, for real