歌词
Agh, agh, haha, ayy
b!tch, I'm Nascar, who are you?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy
Call me a shrink, her ***** so pink, it reminds me of Sakura tree (Tree)
My heart so breezy, make green like it's kiwi, but my demons talkin' to me (Ayy)
He wanna be me but f*cker, that ain't too easy
I cut him up like lychee and, b!tch, I'm blowin' on seaweed
I told her to slump on my bed, she felt the lump on my leg
These boys ain't heard of me yet but now I'm cuttin' they necks
Like ********, after her, I shoot at your family, what a ********
Smashin' her like Gallagher
Never runnin' out of ammo, b!tch I got scavenger
Pistol whip, bust yo lip
Don't need me a strap, my blade is Excalibur
Designer metal, you get the gist
Sometimes the devil need therapist
So, call the therapist, I think I need one
Call the therapist, I think I need one
Call the therapist, I think I need one
Call the therapist, I think I need one
I don't want to kill them yet, in Hell we don't have Internet
LSD, my brain so free, please brand me with your cigarettes
Ayy, sneak in the bushes, I hope you overlookin'
All these officers crooked, I make 'em swallow my urine (Oh, right?)
Anarchy on me, it's tatted on my neck, whore (b!tch)
Depression all in me, I feel like f*ckin' Eeyore (b!tch)
And I don't got no paper, I'm finna f*ck an e-whore (b!tch)
I walk in the bank with tape on my chest, it's C4 (Okay)
She archin' her back, my **** makin' her look like Igor (Okay)
***** wanna hate, I'm shootin' him in a skiboard
b!tch, I rock my Metallica, shoot just like Galaga
Neck on Canada, high on salvia
Nascar the devil, I'm practicin' Black Magic-uh
Barrel in my mouth, I'm eatin' the .50 caliber
(Ayy)
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