Dolemite

de $uicideboy$

How the fuck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp
When all these niggas be jocking me?
How the fuck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp
When all these niggas be jocking me?
How the fuck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp
When all these niggas be jocking me?
How the fuck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp
When all these niggas be jocking me?
How the fuck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp
When all these niggas be jocking me?
How the fuck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp
When all these niggas be jocking me?

Fannin' the flames to the third degree
What you heard? 59 grey as concrete
Slammin' a fuckboy's face on the curb
Now he see what I mean when I say I beat the pussy
Bitch, I got a fucking pentagram displayed on my hoodie
Spit 666, crammin' the 'gar with some good weed
Light up the blunt
I'm a misfit split between resisting existence and what I could be
Oddy Nuff been up for centuries, probably should sleep
All part of God's plan
Got a heap of sheep that I slaughtered on my land, uh
Three shovels in the dirt, six unmarked graves result of the blade
Got a noose 'round my neck as I rest in the shade as I fade away
The devil is pullin' my leg, uh

(I!) crawlin' up in the streets, I lay my head in ditches
(I!) rollin' a swisher sweet with codeine in the kitchen
(You!) never gone fuck with me, my level's too exquisite
(You!) just a snitch, I know you pillow-talk with bitches
(Me!) love to creep the night with murder in my sight
(Me!) love to ease the knife inside a pussy's life
(I'm!) just a psycho with a fucked up life
Cock that bitch one time, and then I take my fucking life

I need a bitch to worship the devil with me
Talk to my demons and bring murder sprees
Creep through the dark
As we howl to the moon
Ending my life and the souls I consume
Codeine in my cup
Twisting it up
Fucking a devilish slut
Slits to my wrist and I'm ending my life
Cocking my gat and I'm ending it twice
Dancing in a pentagram
Thinking bout my evil ways
Listen to the mind of a psycho mane
2-11, 187, break yo'self or go to heaven
I don’t give a fuck cause it’s all the same
Blood running down my face
Murder was the case
Slick motherfucker leaving no trace
Quiet, Nimble, 6 is the symbol
Welcome to the place where the wicked ones stay

How the fuck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp
When all these niggas be jocking me?
How the fuck you figure I ain't a motherfucking pimp
When all these niggas be jocking me?