I'm not quite myself these days Guess we all come undone time to time in different ways Well, I have myself to blame Guess I don't understand I need help
Gucci over do's it, does it the boys perfect Neck peice flooded, color scattered and perfect I'm worth 900, god damn I spent 100 But that's rap money,
Don't wanna let this moment slip away 'Cause I have something that I really need to say And it's killing me inside I think that maybe you don't understand
[Chorus:] You what's up girl, ain't gotta ask it I dead em all now, I buy the caskets They should arrest you or whoever dressed you Ain't gon stress you
Shut your mouth and close the door I wanna, watch you while you take it off I'm gonna, take a blindfold put it on And then I drop the leather to the floor
Kill the great raven (repeated) His tiny eyes, they search the skies He looks so alone, so he must die "Oh, does he really have to die?" "Oh yes, he really
I've seen and done things I want to forget I've seen soldiers fall like lumps of meat Blown and shot out beyond belief Arms and legs were in the trees
If I retreat Words, wars, and symphonies Make room we're taking over here So the gallanting Cold and alone, it suits you well You won't find me perching
Premeditated Murder You can have Jesus They can have bombs In hindsight we speak out You praise all your wrongs Looking out windows And running through
Even if you didn't know your world's a pile of shit Listen to a riddle that'll tickle every bit of it Ha ha ha Ape shall not murder, ape wasn't so sure
I wanna see the Constitution burn Wanna watch the White House overturn Wanna witness some blue blood bleed red I wanna tar and lynch the KKK I wanna
[Yelawolf] Happy Friday The 13th Muthaf-ckers Go to sleep little boy don't cry Like shadows on the wall Don't look under your bed Hear footsteps in the
Who is this, trapped inside of me? An unfamiliar, violent breed Raping innocence, vestal mutilation Razor seduction, slicing devastation My body twists
Say nigga.. Bring me the big lighter, nigga What's takin you so long, nigga, to flick me? Smoke somethin, bi... (Why you trippin?) Old ratchet-mouth,
All I see is murder, murder, my mind state Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate All I see is murder, murder, my mind state Murder
My baby works down at the boulevard cafe Just a fine young man with big dreams Trying to make his own way The owner is this man ole bitch who degrades
Bobby's got a gun that he keeps beneath his pillow Out on the street your chances are zero Take a look around you (come on now) It ain't too complicated