CA$EYJONE$

(الألبوم: WhiteRapper - 2012)

Young Jeff Hardy, Swanton Bombing
I'm coming down like Owen Hart but I ain't fucking falling
I'd rather fall in style, so you may call it fly
But I don't like to use these words other people like
I'd rather that you hate me, your girl she want to rape me
She say that I'm the best but I ain't really into labels
Voted in school number one most hated
Voted in life most likely to fucking make it so I made it bitch
Now take it, don't fake it, I know you fucking like it
18 living life how I motherfucking wanna
Y'all sitting at your moms wishing you could get out
Can't relate, left the house when I turned 16, fuck you talking bout
Fresh up out the slaughterhouse, fire-young dragon mouth
Jean jacket, shredded pants, Casey Jones in the house
The heat in the drought, the breeze in the night
The weed in the blunt and the flame to make it light
Breaking these necks and I'm getting respect
Cutting these bitches like cutting these checks
And I'm fucking these beats like I'm fucking my bitch
And I'm fucking my bitch like I'm busting my clip
Like 'Bang, bang' and reload it, I cock back then I shoot it
[?] till I O.D or some shit real stupid
It's like these females think I'm Cupid, they always acting goofy
Bitch I don't fucking like you therefore I don't want to do it
Ho I pull up in that Prowler, blunt lit loud up
In the backseat, rolling bo's up, my graveyard too piled up
They tell me stop smoking, but I don't give a fuck
Throw a middle finger up, fuck you and your fucking God
Bitch I pray to myself, I am the most highest
These rappers they say they smoking but we know they fucking lying
They just trying to appeal to the kids, well bitch I am one
Hot Sauce flow, breaking ankles like And-1
Kidnap the beat, leave a note for ransom
Young Heartbreak Kid, bitch your mom think I'm handsome