My emotions are not to be fucked with

I'm tired of having to put up with a punk cunt bitch who don't know nothing but dick

My emotions are not to be fucked with

I'm tired of having to put up with a punk cunt bitch who don't know nothing but dick

I needed her

Her room smelled like cigarettes and perfume and her tunes were amazing

Voice like an angel

Here i go again, another pen going under my flowing skin

Jealousy in her eyes and mine

When i wasn't with her and she wasn't with 39

So i grabbed her and told her

I would hold her till the cold is over and go un-sober and smoke with her till my lungs are straight stoner

Her lips are clovers

That are higher than what he sold her

Talk about me to him, and i'll listen

But i will not wait till the relationship is over

Kool Kid:

Yo Maxx, wake up yo, we gotta record

Dante Basco Sample:

I once knew a girl named Nikki...