They said I can't rap about being broke no more
They ain't say I can't rap about coke no more
(AH!) Slut, you think I won't choke no whore
'til the vocal cords don't work in her throat no more?!
(AH!) These motherfukkers are thinking I'm playing
Thinking I'm saying the shyt cause I'm thinking it just to be saying it
(AH!) Put your hands down bytch, I ain't gonna shoot you
I'ma pull +YOU+ to this bullet, and put it through you
(AH!) Shut up slut, you're causing too much chaos
Just bend over and take it like a slut, OK Ma?
"Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing a whore,
snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?"
You god damn right bytch, and now it's too late
I'm triple platinum and tragedies happen in two states
I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bytches
vain Vicadin, vrinnn Vrinnn, VRINNN!
[*chainsaw revs up*]
Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all
dangling from his neck, while his head barely hangs on
Blood, guts, guns, cuts
Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts