Him lyrics

I'm bitin’ the fart bubbles in the bath

This sh*t ain't nothin’ to me, man. I'm a dog
I drank her p*ss out of another man's balls
They must have amnesia, they forgot that I'm him
I'm on 12 Vicodin smoking on Scooby-Doo di*k
That pus*y smell like a Hellcat V8
I don’t give a f*ck if I go blind
I don’t need to see the price tag anyway
We smokin symbiotes
I’m on them Georgetown Geronimos

That pus*y me screamin’, cryin’, p*ssin’, sh*ttin’
Shootin’ ropes

I hope them aliens are real, so that I have more things to f*ck
Smokin’ the Qui-Gon Jinn Vietnamese Phillips Head Runts
I just popped a whole garbanzo bean, f*ck you mean
Rapscallion ghost nuggets, y’all can’t f*ck with mе
I’m him
I’ve been him
I will continue to be him
This sh*t ain’t nothin’ to mе, you stupid piece of sh*t
You ain’t seen ten bands in your life, Jit
My shooter a crackhead, he look like Woody Harrelson
Yellow rubies glistening like p*ss
Get the president on the phone now, I fronted him a brick

Movin’ like Dracula, we get it back in blood
Shorty got a BBL, took that sh*t out because she couldn’t run
She dropped that ass on me from an egregarious angle
Reach for my neck, you’ll get turned into an example
We smokin’ sequoia banshee boogers
We smokin’ sh*t in a glass pipe, blowin’ the lord’s bubbles
You see it? I really did this. I’m really him
This sh*t ain’t nothin’ to me, man
Chanel optics got me seein’ sh*t

I’m sick in the head
You can’t trust me, I don’t even trust myself

Welcome to the cream kingdom, b*tch, open up
I left my Marjellas in the Benz truck
I’ll have to stunt on them next time
I went Judge Judy on that pus*y, snipe
Gulpin’ sea monkeys by the gallon, my tummy feel crazy
I was flippin’ bricks for Mansa Musa
Before y’all even became a type 1 civilization
I’m movin’ different
Top-shelf Zaza disrupted my circadian rhythm
Last guy who ran off on the pack
Got choked out by some Givenchy gloves
The last thing he ever saw was the price tag on them
Slowly faded into darkness, and I let the archangels take him

Ha ha
I'm him