Find Me

Mind control, mind control, mind control Find me, I'm tired of you fucks, I swear I'm finna go to hiding Nascar this, and Nascar that, it's getting fucking tiring Wanna be alone, I ain't vibing, I'm just fighting Pussy boy, you can fucking Find me, find me You can fucking find me, find me I can't fucking find me, find me You can't fucking find me, find me Knock your fucking head Off your shoulders, pussy leave you slumped out Used to give a fuck, but I cannot cause' I'm a punk now Play with pussy like it's tamagotchi, Imma' bust now Balls in her end zone, it's looking like a touchdown Wrist, wrist, I apologize if I sound pissed Hit you with the stick, it's like a swiffer Sweeper, I might sneak up on you and decease you Let the choppa' blow just like a creeper I'm throwing blood, I feel glory Do not put me on your story (yeah) I sauce you up, make it gory (bitch) They lookin' for me like I'm Dory, Nemo Slittin' my wrist but I'm not emo (yuh) Running yo' shit, like I'm D-Bo (bitch) Bitch I'm a punk, I am not no hero (ha) Choppa' gon' make him do armadillo, yuh Ha ha That's just the intro Bitch Hol' on I got one more Ay I'm the new Sid Vicious Disturbing motherfuckers, is you down with the sickness Groupie bitches, need to get up out my mentions Before I hit them, with the stick and leave them limpin' I'm burning bridges, I don't see no competition You're fictitious, so I'm not getting narcissistic Part amystic, pussy boy you better listen It feel like Christmas, but I don't fuck with religion (Aight man, cut that sh-)