Simply Fuckin Mental (SFM)

(álbum: Simply Fuckin Mental - 2018)

Ain't nobody hard as me
I might fucking cut up on your arteries
And my gang be shooting like its archery
Turn the gun around and now the target's me
Wetting up your turf like I was gardening
Used to have a heart but now it's darkening
Demons in my head living in harmony
Whipping cooking call not telemarketing
See from him that he raged it is outrageous
If they let me out this cage I will outrage him
With these liberty spikes, I'm Super Saiyan
Bitch, I'm cleaning out your crib no renovation
Everybody ask me, NASCAR why you pissed?
Prolly cause of all the fucking pain I'm taking
And all you other rappers out here lame as shit
You can never take the fucking throne of Satan

I wanna watch them weep
I wanna watch em burn
Say you on top of me
Why am I a concern
Kill them unconsciously
Back to Hell I return
And I'll be sound asleep
When I'm covered in dirt
I wanna watch them weep
I wanna watch em burn
Say you on top of me
Why am I a concern
Kill them unconsciously
Back to Hell I return
And I'll be sound asleep
When I'm covered in dirt

Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am I to disagree
Satan speaking in my dreams
So I'll sleep six feet deep
Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am I to disagree
Satan speaking in my dreams
So I'll sleep six feet deep
Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am I to disagree
Satan speaking in my dreams
So I'll sleep six feet deep
Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am I to disagree
Satan speaking in my dreams
So I'll sleep six feet deep