Gun Song

[Verse 1] Look, uh, mixtape sticking in your head like some Riptape For shit's sake, one come and go, that's to get cake We all struggle just the same when we get poor I just refused to not thinkin' that shit is sad more People started sleeping on me now like some headboards Pre-eminent facts that will fuck you like a lead whore I'm colder than you're fuckin' fridge bitch, get more You get less neck than Brock Lesnar Eleanor Rigby is the one I have with me, she's classy and pretty My old girl is trashy with titties But I soon perform the action of vaginal smashin' and smashin' but I'd bag it, I don't want the reactions Plus I come even quicker If I'm sticking it in her So excited you would think I was a fuckin' beginner I researched if I had dick sensitivity It's a bummer how much finishing so quickly can limit me Even though I've heard my dick as long as a limousine and it always take a minute when I'm gettin' it inbetween [Chorus] Blah, blah, blah, I'm so sick Rap, close cars Money, bitches on my dick [Verse 2] Yo, fuck anything and everything besides this music Because without it my whole heart is useless I use it as a weapon, as a question, it's the answer, it's a blessing So even when I attack nothin' can bring it Arm records, I'm ruthless Spit till I'm toothless And anyone who's calling me a fool is just too damn foolish Graduated twelfth grade then I quit that school-ish I would rather not walk in your shoes and just be fuckin' shoe-less I'll be runnin' shit in these red man shoes Let me try to sell you on some pull or scam you Dodge the hate bullets, don't let them ram you And live free like Willy, don't swim like Shamu I would rather die right now than get another desk job I promised myself I would never [?] Stupid people sleepin' on me now like a rest stop They can rest while I become the new neighborhood mascot I'm like the white chunk in a double stuffed Oreo Mustache growin', got me lookin' like I'm Wario Check, 1, 2, 1, 2, I'm a rapper, yo Skin whiter than some sour dough