Saggingmypants

Ayy

Ain't gon' find, just bring it out (yeah)

Bring it out, just fuckin' take it up

I got the money for that

Spirits comin' after me, I'm 'bout to start a tragedy

A murderous inferno, strike the matches and I grab the keys

I head up to the palace, cop a backwood like normality

But everybody knows that I'm a fucking abnormality

The ghost of Satan

The no-name flow with the pain in the rain

Gassin' at the side of my grave with the ocean spray

Laugh when the bodies is dumped out of the trunk

Grab the pump, put it up

Shoot it to God like I don't give a fuck

Killer for life

Just a kid with a knife

Figure it's right

To kill, if I lie

It's the cycle of life

I'm psycho, all right

Come out of the night

Finding my victims

And then, with a whisper

My blade, it be shinin' like ice

And I been straight from the cold

Now I been makin' that dough

I fucked the ex in the throat

And I been takin' the notes

Breakin' the prophet, the prophet

The one that you ain't never know

And I sleep in the snow with the blade in my coat

Injured his team, I ran off (ho, bitch)

Everybody think I'm insane though

Put the bullets in my head until the rain comes

Homicidal, suicidal but I'm thankful that I ain't dead yet

And I'm still makin' them pesos

Next in line where the sinners all go

Down to hell where the flames all roll

I'm sittin' next to Satan, countin' up bank rolls

I'm relaxin' on my throne, fuckin' with some skank hoes

I've been letting my hair grow, your parents know

I'm the bad boy, I'm a scarecrow (I'm a scarecrow)

I'm sagging my pants, let the brand show

These damn hoes schemin'

Got the brand on my hand, ho

I come from the land where the Xans go quicker than the coke

Raise your hand if you can't cope with the damn cold

Seven feet of snow

What you need? We got it

Bleeding for deposits

Just bag it up and then you flip it for a sizable profit

The cops is on my dick, I'm 'bout to get this shit poppin'

I'm droppin' out this bitch and makin' money off of my music

Now it's one year later, still broke, still stupid

Still smoke my tooka, rest in peace Martin Luther

But Freddy Kruger all I'm dreaming 'bout, I can't see my future

I can't see my feet, this shit gets darker when it's deep

But I can breathe underwater, ask your daughter, I'm a freak

Peep