Bleach

Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer) (North, North) you mad (Northside) (In this bitch, Lil Cut Throat) yeah, yeah (Time to go back to speak that lingo) I'm back in this bitch like a menace (yeah, menace) Runnin' these hoes just like tennis (tennis) Fuck what you thought of my image (what?) Block a-, block-block-block, blah Semi-auto with the scope (scope) I'm back in this bitch with the cult (what?) I'm back in this bitch with the phonk (what?) Scrim back in this bitch, better know (better know) I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' (huh?) Back and I'm scopin' with robbers (yeah) Come back and then jaws get to droppin' (droppin') Come hard when you step in my yard Scammin', give me your card (uh, what?) Off of a couple them bars (huh?) Choppa ki-ki-ki-kick it (huh?) Auto f-f-f-spittin' (grrah) Talkin' a lot of that guala (guala) From the eses to the shottas Lil Wetto with yoppas Get my pills straight from the doctor Off of the jump with my shit (yeah, pop-pop) Offer the dump off my hip (yeah-yeah) 50 shots like I'm back in the crack (yeah-yeah) Smokin' that pack off the jack (yeah-yeah) OD slowly OD slowly, OD slowly OD slowly, OD slowly (slowly) OD slowly, OD slowly (ho) Stop tellin' me what to think Stop tellin' me what to think Stop tellin' me what to think Stop tellin' me what to think Stop tellin' me what to think Stop tellin' me what to think (assumptions, assumptions) Stop tellin' me what to think, to think (assumptions) Stop, stop tellin' me, stop tellin' what to think (Assumptions always bein' that) stop Stop tellin' me what to think (stop) I have become what I hate Sad to say I saw this comin' from miles away Too bad that it ain't a race Coughin' my lungs out, stuck in last place Always in bad shape, blunt to the face I want all the smoke, let me get a fuckin' taste What the fuck you gotta say? Yung Plague untamed Yung Plague got nothing to hide Now, I've never been one for pickin' sides But I choose $uicide Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world I reject all the people inside (fuck 'em) They can run, they can hide They can swim, they can fly But I'll hunt 'em day and night For the rest of my life just to watch 'em die Then shed tears like a crocodile All the while my choppa smiles Bite the bullet, that's not my style Belly full of lead and stomach bile You thought that your life would be worthwhile Just another fuckin' rank-and-file (bitch) First came school, then you got a job Now your fuckin' bitch is walkin' down the aisle Safe neighborhood for the domicile Redoin' the kitchen, pickin' out new tiles (ay) Don't touch that fuckin' dial (ay) Let's see what's on TV! World War III in a couple hours (ay) But at least, the house is clean (ay) Bodies will be piled for miles and miles But the maid service was free, uh