Shit Blood

[Verse] Wikset, Wik-what, Pat's cat kicks cups, uh, uh, look Wikset, Wik-what, Pat's cat kicks cups that he sipped up Symptoms, over there they getting licked up Not licked like getting my dick sucked, like liquor to my gut 'til I shit blood, yuck Wha-what mothafucka what (What) What you gotta say, mothafucka, what [Verse] My friends, a lot of them turned memories And nah, they ain't even dead I see it's rightfully so but I'm still upset Gotta stick to the goal, hold up my head Keep it cruising, perusing, we ain't losing Doing this shit with my Jewish, Black, Latin, Rasputins That's the Russians, crushing Shit been busting since I crushed on Victoria Lagano I don't know, am I a pro, no I'm playing a whole different kind of role Whoa, fuck it, must I trust I Fuss, why, with my fucking luck so high