(CANDY CIGARETTES

BUCK SHOULD I GET IT?)

(I don’t wanna do this anymore.)

I can’t breathe

I don’t like the scene

I need space for me

I need maple leaf

Laid out in the street

Yous a wanna be

Come and see

Hell’s debris

I got fucking hell to bring

Bloody on my fucking wrings

Chop em make a fucking scene

It’s sand he’s gonna fucking sink

I don’t give a fuck what you think

Wipe you out within a blink

Your crew finna be extinct

Hatred is my fucking kink

Smoking hella gas it reek

I told you not a fucking peep

Put his body in the creek

Wrappin it wrappin it put some more hash in it

Please do not talk to me bitch I’m not having it

You will not pass for shit

You is an actor bitch

You not a rapper bitch

Grabbing your muhfucking head and I’m smashing it

Don’t you be tappin in

I’m getting mad again

Don’t know what’s happenin

I don’t got no fucking heart like a manikin

Cut off your muhfucking arms like you anikin

(FUCK)

Since the start I’ve been very clear

Screaming words that you barely hear

What I want never gets no cheer

Stab me in the back, yak, go and grab a spear

(Balloon boy ‘hi’)

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