Unnamed - Women Are More Dangerous Than Shotguns

The only thing that's stopping me from hopping off a fucking cliff
Is fucking bitches, wig splitting, spitting shit, and sparking spliffs
Play that instrumental, bitch, I know you like that fucking riff
I'm fucking up your fucking shit before I empty out my clip
Looking back at when I slacked, and acted shitty towards my mum
Looking back at wearing black, and living in a fucking slum
Never toting up a gun, not a blade that's on my thumb
It's on my wrist, the slits and shit, spilling blood to feel so numb
It's hard to see my own reflection
Am I the only one that's stressing
Or living with this shit depression?
But look at how that boy's progressing
Hoes be coming up confessing
Saying Vestra just be sexy blessing
And to the hoes that ain't got time
It's time to teach you cunt's a lesson
BITCH

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