CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : HUFFIN DIAPERS
B*t*h, I'm running rampant through your city like a virus
Filled out with Fetty Wap who touch me, b*t*h I got no bias
On 9/11 you the pilot, box cutter your eyelid
I'm not a terrorist but a tyrant T7 a pirate
Now it's mutiny, motherf**kers pu**y
Hide the jury, that's my booty
Arr' matey now give up all the booty that's so fruity
I take it back I just want all the jewelry
Do it cooly
I just 360 no-scope you, Call of Duty
Now it's 1-2-3, now my feet in your teeth
4-5-7 we skipped 6 because of me
I got a PHD for being stupid on the beat
You a little retarded girl, that we feedin' LSD
Like nightmare, nightmare, nightmare, nightmare
Cyanide, now apple cider
Shell empires a gas station, b*t*h, I be goin' flick a lighter
Through the pain, get me higher, I don't know; I'm huffin' diapers
Chewin' on some cotton candy, I found inside the walls as fiber
I'm feelin' tight, yeah yeah
I feel alright, yeah yeah
I'm feelin' tight, yeah yeah
I feel alright, yeah yeah
I'm feelin' tight, yeah yeah
I feel alright, yeah yeah
I'm feelin' tight, yeah yeah
I feel alright, yeah
Uh, I feel the opposite
Yeah, uh, yeah-yeah
I'm feeling the opposite, yeah
I'm feeling dead, I'm finna kill
Feeling dead, I'm finna kill
Feeling dead, I'm finna kill
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm feeling death, I'm finna kill
Feeling death, I'm finna kill
Feeling dead, I'm finna kill
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Suck my d**k 'cause I am not finished
Every beat I'm on diminished
Runnin' round like Dennis the Menace, you f**ked up
Surrounded by white, painting the walls
I got a hernia and the pain inside my balls
One-two-three, empty the clip then unload, uh
Three-two-one, shoot it then I reload
They killed your baby when it tries to f**kin' hush up
Jump on this one kid but I guess I'll f**kin' pa** by
I'm feeling tight, f**k that, feelin' worthless
Talking sh*t, better punch back, I wanna hurt you
Press him down like it's dog tag, your a** just start sh*t
There is no room for conflict, 'cause I'll watch it
F**k, f**k, f**k, f**k
(Yeah, f**k it, kill 'em all 'cause I'm feelin' tight)
F**k, f**k, f**k, f**k
(Yeah, f**k it, kill 'em all 'cause I'm feelin' tight)
F**k, f**k, f**k, f**k
(Yeah, f**k it, kill 'em all 'cause I'm feelin' tight)
Yeah, uh, yeah, uhh
Yeah, hey, yeah, hey
Yeah, uh, hey, yeah
Huh, yeah, huh, yeah
Yeah, uh, yeah, uhh
Yeah, hey, yeah, hey
Yeah, uh, hey, yeah
Huh, yeah, huh, yeah
My chest is hurting really f**king bad, but f**k it
Filled out with Fetty Wap who touch me, b*t*h I got no bias
On 9/11 you the pilot, box cutter your eyelid
I'm not a terrorist but a tyrant T7 a pirate
Now it's mutiny, motherf**kers pu**y
Hide the jury, that's my booty
Arr' matey now give up all the booty that's so fruity
I take it back I just want all the jewelry
Do it cooly
I just 360 no-scope you, Call of Duty
Now it's 1-2-3, now my feet in your teeth
4-5-7 we skipped 6 because of me
I got a PHD for being stupid on the beat
You a little retarded girl, that we feedin' LSD
Like nightmare, nightmare, nightmare, nightmare
Cyanide, now apple cider
Shell empires a gas station, b*t*h, I be goin' flick a lighter
Through the pain, get me higher, I don't know; I'm huffin' diapers
Chewin' on some cotton candy, I found inside the walls as fiber
I'm feelin' tight, yeah yeah
I feel alright, yeah yeah
I'm feelin' tight, yeah yeah
I feel alright, yeah yeah
I'm feelin' tight, yeah yeah
I feel alright, yeah yeah
I'm feelin' tight, yeah yeah
I feel alright, yeah
Uh, I feel the opposite
Yeah, uh, yeah-yeah
I'm feeling the opposite, yeah
I'm feeling dead, I'm finna kill
Feeling dead, I'm finna kill
Feeling dead, I'm finna kill
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm feeling death, I'm finna kill
Feeling death, I'm finna kill
Feeling dead, I'm finna kill
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Suck my d**k 'cause I am not finished
Every beat I'm on diminished
Runnin' round like Dennis the Menace, you f**ked up
Surrounded by white, painting the walls
I got a hernia and the pain inside my balls
One-two-three, empty the clip then unload, uh
Three-two-one, shoot it then I reload
They killed your baby when it tries to f**kin' hush up
Jump on this one kid but I guess I'll f**kin' pa** by
I'm feeling tight, f**k that, feelin' worthless
Talking sh*t, better punch back, I wanna hurt you
Press him down like it's dog tag, your a** just start sh*t
There is no room for conflict, 'cause I'll watch it
F**k, f**k, f**k, f**k
(Yeah, f**k it, kill 'em all 'cause I'm feelin' tight)
F**k, f**k, f**k, f**k
(Yeah, f**k it, kill 'em all 'cause I'm feelin' tight)
F**k, f**k, f**k, f**k
(Yeah, f**k it, kill 'em all 'cause I'm feelin' tight)
Yeah, uh, yeah, uhh
Yeah, hey, yeah, hey
Yeah, uh, hey, yeah
Huh, yeah, huh, yeah
Yeah, uh, yeah, uhh
Yeah, hey, yeah, hey
Yeah, uh, hey, yeah
Huh, yeah, huh, yeah
My chest is hurting really f**king bad, but f**k it
