Plastic

It's not over Young Peglord, uh Metalhead thoughts for a black Manson Started from the bottom but I'm not dancin' My baby said I look so handsome I can't be bought Peglord and the ghost or the phantom Young Billy Joel let the keys throw a tantrum Shouts out to my nigga Trace Adkins I left something turned on at home (yes) Oh boy I'm so nasty with it White girls with the Wal-Mart body just want me Dead cops haunt me Peggy so saucy, oh Oh my God I'm a Pistol Annie The Boys from the South Hear my name and panic Maybe I'm in Texas Maybe this town Rednecks take cover when I'm 'round REAL SHIT Boy, fuck you think? Fuck boy nigga, we don't play 'round this bitch, boy Pussy nigga. Peanut Butta Thug in this motherfucker, nigga Lick it Uh, I'd like a little bit of chicken fried Hoes on the side Pussy niggas running with their hand on their mind I don't give a fuck about The Land Before Time We're slaves now we got rhymes, yeah And I use it well Niggas want beef Imma boost your sales Young Peanut Butta, I'm a black Robbie Bales I'm coming for the kill, uh I'm a young Joe Stalin Fuck a tryhard this is not GG allin This is not Tyler This is not Lupe Butta got spirit like 'Pac and in juice age I'm less Gina, more Bedebe Got my CCP nigga, I will shoot your ass legally Say my name three times and where your leaders be? Butta, Butta, Butta, I just put Rubio all to sleep (pussy)