SOUTH (BONUS TRACK)

(verse 1)
Imma spaz on anything, grabbin-the-bat off the nightstand
And taking-the-gat out my white van and burn that bitch like a light tan
And if you wanna fight, you-better-grab-a knife and your license
So i can show the bystands, what idiot checked my mic man

Send clips, in a bitch, she'll plead the fifth, on hit, motherfuckin 45th
Tried to read, but again, got bored as shit, here lies my peace, in a florida ditch
Made some brownies but my dog ate it. now he's pouting looking cross faded
Good think he's a pom maiden, cuz otherwise, he'd be under pavement

(hook)
Why the fuck you running mouth, mad im stackin like hella flows
Strippers hung up in the basement, in a noose, next to my hoes
Doin a couple lines and i pass the dollar, we snorting gold
Any time i breathe, i been makin the game-just sit and froze

Better hit the door, there's blood up on the floor
Open the clip and im packin the records and blast it off, still making more
Like waterfalls i pour, into the-mic with gore
Steps are sounding like im in tap shoes, ill stomp your corpse

(verse 2)
Misogynistic tendencies, lay in mind of the men in south
Down in tennessee, only hennesy coming out there mouth
Not a single thought in mind, often times, hitting pipes in drouts
Man if something just like columbine happened, they wouldn't pout

Imma kick your teeth in with spike boots, and a metal chain
Is what i use, for a noose, im giving em blueface
You'll have to shit em out, put em back in your fucking mouth
Call the dentist-cuz i think-you-need-a couple crowns

I had to rip the pussy open-so my fist would fit inside
I tried to stick it in there mouth, i missed, i hit her fucking eye
Her hands are tied, im gonna be damned if i dont get my apple pie
I know that's kinda random, but i really love to cream the pie

Im elbow deep inside your fucking mother and sister
The father and the brother, callin me all fucked up, a sinner
Some pasta for dinner, she cooked up in the pots with the liqour
He pullin the trigger and ill forever die as a winner

(hook x1)
Why the fuck you running mouth, mad im stackin like hella flows
Strippers hung up in the basement, in a noose, next to my hoes
Doin a couple lines and i pass the dollar, we snorting gold
Any time i breathe, i been makin the game-just sit and froze

Better hit the door, there's blood up on the floor
Open the clip and im packin the records and blast it off, still making more
Like waterfalls i pour, into the-mic with gore
Steps are sounding like im in tap shoes, ill stomp your corpse