Special (Hidden Track)

(альбом: Cherry Bomb - 2015)

Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker
Anything that'll piss you muthafuckas off
I don't even smoke and I'm a level above of y'all
Bitch, you couldn't reach me with a ladder and a calling card

I'm special, nigga
Who the fuck are you?!
I'm special, nigga

They used to tell me to calm down, said I have a problem
Now I'm running shit, that's why you never see me wearing joggers
Lead by example, how?
All y'all is my son and I ain't never had a fucking father
Boy, I'ma bring the noise
I got my own beat and we all got drums
What these weapons about? We're just flexing about
You on your grind but who the one that got the wep at their house?
Bitch, I do this on purpose, you niggas don't got a purpose
This nigga call me a clown, nigga I own the circus
Stack is sitting in my pocket folded like a papaya
You know I golf bitch like I been sleeping with Tiger
Woody woody, my mob, mob is goodie we Oddkast
We O-K-K-K just like the clan hoodie
Golf shit packet, rip it out the fucking package
In that all pink fit looking like a fucking faggot
Who the fuck you think you fucking with, nigga!?
I'm a bad case of I don't even know
I gotta to tear the shit out of this goddamn house
I think that I'ma blow my muthafucking brains out
Tyler, take a chill pill, nigga