HOOK
Wake up, and my mind goes straight to a place so insane, I won’t ever know
Sooo, off to the road I go, roaming, hoping I find my home
Wake up, and my mind goes straight to a place so insane, I won’t ever know
Sooo, finna go find my soul, exploding, hoping I don’t go psycho
Tight-rope, tighter than my spine pole, lookin’ for a hoe so devoted to throating and stuffing up her 5 hole
Where does my mind go?
Never been a fan of bein’ bland and not expressing my pie hole
Rhyme roll, somersault the scheme, I’ll do anything I feel like forever, cuz I’m B to the B
Bad to the bone, may be bad for your home
BB be the bee’s knees, why am I alone?
Phoebe threw a ski ball at my dome piece, 7th grade love but the problem was it wasn’t from me
What a “B”, like bitch, undeserving of the dick, and honestly I’d just learned how to use it
Now I straight abuse it, obsessively compulsive with a q-tip
Like dropping 10 songs each month of my music
If you don’t wanna hear it, don’t choose it
Stay bein’ a loser, I’ll take your bitch like “how the fuck I lose her”?
You suck
No nuts, you’re a beta, you’re a soy boy cuck
Can’t fuck, and she knew it after just one touch
After trying it once, she’s been lookin’ for a way out - run!
Want fun? Then you’ve found the right one
I’ll be spittin’ in your pussy while you’re swallowin’ my cum
From my sex pistol, and I ain’t even got my guns
But I got a lotta ammo, like a million sons
HOOK
RUSTAGO
See, I'm the definition of the devil himself
A rebel with a treble and a steel knife in my scalp
I reckon I could keep it flowing but I'm rapping with stealth
And I could give a smack down, leave you slappin' yourself
You can't back down when I'm stabbing your bitch
So make your move right now instead of having a fit
And you's a cool rap clown, but I'm smashing the shit
So suck my dick right now from the ass to the tip
Deep down I know you're asking to quit
Cuz after I go viral, you know my style gone stick
And if you're looking for your dog, it's on Rustago's dick
And I'm about to make it hurl because my balls ain't clipped
Like
I'm sick, I'm twisted
Got me living like a cryptid
Got a house unlisted
Every murder is assisted
Run away, I'm persistent
When I stab you, don't resist it
See my figure in the distance
Old breed of killer, I don't see us coexisting
Yeah, I'm sick
Yeah, I'm twisted
Got me living like a cryptid
Got a house unlisted
Run away, I'm persistent
When I stab you, don't resist it
See my figure in the distance
Old breed of killer, I don't see us coexisting
Psycho (x8)
HOOK