School Shooters (Remix)

[Chorus: XXXTENTACION] I drink blood of school shooters Slit throat, loose screws get fucked up Hang his ass from flag poles with sad souls The innocent, who the fuck’s protectin' us? Boy, you better buckle up 'cause I got questions for you fucks, I've had enough [Verse 1: Kemba] Who the fuck protectin' us? Who the fuck show respect for us? Who accepted us except for us? When we looked up for them, they rejected us Who the fuck protectin' me? It ain't a cop or deputy, it ain't a pop celebrity When niggas pop a song from Pac It's not gon'— help me breathe, I mean Poppa gone and mom's is missin' I ain't got a pot to piss in A lot of my peers either popped a clip or popped prescription This the apocalypse, so here's my proposition Fuck it all, if God intended Guard the gates and guard the children Call my baby, tell her I ain't complain 'bout the cause I'm given Or the cards they deal a nigga, God is with me, nigga, yeah [Chorus: XXXTENTACION] I drink blood of school shooters Slit throat, loose screws get fucked up Hang his ass from flag poles with sad souls The innocent, who the fuck’s protectin' us? Boy, you better buckle up 'cause I got questions for you fucks, I've had enough [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] (Uh) Triple X, I just popped a triple X, uh (Uh) A school shooter, I just need attention, yeah, uh (Yeah) Tell the principal, I ain't got no principles I don't need no school, I got internet, yeah (Yeah) Kids at school callin' me different, yeah (Yeah) So I'm tryna work on my differences, yeah (Yeah) Cool kids at school smoke bigarettes (Yeah) Teens with nicotine or with liquor breath Or the semi-TEC at school, what's the bigger threat? (Boom) Intellect mixed with inner stress (Uh) That's a recipe for disaster If you don't believe me, go ask any chef (Oh) School shooter, I just need mental help (Uh) Saved by the bell, I can't hear the bell (Uh) Give me bad grades, I don't give a F (Woah) Get in front of my classmates and kill myself (Kill myself, oh) [Chorus: XXXTENTACION] I drink blood of school shooters Slit throat, loose screws get fucked up Hang his ass from flag poles with sad souls The innocent, who the fuck’s protectin' us? Boy, you better buckle up 'cause I got questions for you fucks, I've had enough [Verse 3: Kemba] This is a dedication This is for every shootin', every victim Niggas with potential that never made it This is for all the livin', let me paint the picture How you deal with the pressure Lil' Timmy Turner slid in depression 9 millimeter hid in the dresser Crush pills, momma slid in the ketchup Mi-mi-middle schools with the metal detectors Bullet holes in the history textbooks Little Dylan with the .38 special Judge hit him a wink and lecture What a warm welcome to America Drug dealers gettin' pinched on the regular Triple-double, judge gave him the Westbrook- three felonies Ten apiece, the police know the whole shit is a setup Who the fuck gon'— who Who the fuck gon' protect us? I told my niggas if we gon' get this shit together Gotta get our shit together Fuck the government and fuck the president Whoever square dancin' with the devil Led Zeppelin on a stair master, that's a meta They won't never get to heaven Fi-fifth grade, it was different While niggas was smokin' on piff strains I was dealin' with disdain for my kindred My kitchen was smellin' like piss stains I had family split, strained from addiction Graduation won attended, commissary is the pension Hairpin is on the trigger Who would miss me if I pinch it and end it? Like, ooh [Chorus: XXXTENTACION] I drink blood of school shooters Slit throat, loose screws get fucked up Hang his ass from flag poles with sad souls The innocent, who the fuck’s protectin' us? Boy, you better buckle up 'cause I got questions for you fucks, I've had enough [Outro: XXXTENTACION] Agh, I got a question, where was protection? How did this happen? Can we go backwards?