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Yo, look, Yo

I'm the type who just might shoot a cop in the head
Silly fed the vest just wasn't going to be stopping the lead
With a shot to the head
Thought you was on top, now you dropping instead
Got a sopping and red colored mop cause you bled
Hydrogen Peroxide is said to clean all the spatter spots up I read
Tell the judge it's not what I said when they play this for em'
Don't listen to what they say ignore 'em
That wasn't me, it was an imposter that they paid to say it for 'em
So now you're long gone your kids'll have to grow up as orphans
Cause I killed their momma too, and she never had abortions
Y'all don't got a f**king clue how much anger I've had storing up
Hoarding or ignoring still I stab you with no warning
Needed rap, if it wasn't that, I'd need some crack
Cause if you knew my life
You'd be like 'why the f**k would he look back'
My biggest fear is looking in my rear mirror, hearing
One of my bullies in my ear screaming out 'Heebz you wack'
Cause if he did I'd probably block off the EZ-Pass
Pump back my 12 gauge and shoot him in the knees and hat
That's when he pees himself and sees the gat
Heard him let out a weezy gasp
Shot him twice and realized I need some gas
Then I left a couple up in his head
And fled the scene quick as Tekashi cuddled up with the feds
I've had enough of you redneck motherf**kers
With your cousins getting f**ked in the bed
Talking sh*t about me acting like you wasn't inbred
You bunch of nobodies
I'ma f**king murder and then burn you so there's no bodies
People be like no Bobby, nobody want's to have this evil a friend
Suck a d**k, I couldn't even pretend
To like y'all, I hate y'all, I wish y'all a great fall
On your head so it breaks off and impales to a stake all
Covered up with some steak sauce for dogs to rip your face off
I'd eat it all myself but you probably would taste awful
f**k it just a bite and that's it
You acting hype like you like what I spit
I'm seeing right through your sh*t
Yeah you, f**king stupid white dyke little b*t*h
I'm possessed by the devil while I'm writing my sh*t
That's why it might sound like in this song I'm talking to you
Because I am and I'll have you outlined with chalk in a few
Or at the very least shooting dope or popping a blue
I'll kill you then start acting like your murder's shocking me too
Like what is y'all finna do?
I'll be sitting here, sipping beers, getting weird
Laughing at these little queers
Trying to battle rap with me, every f**king where I go
Acting like I care you blow, acting like a f**king hoe
Gassed up at a f**king show, swear that you as f**king slow
As a Jersey DMV, now you really want to see the demon me
Like what the f**k you need from me?
I just need some weed rolled up in a fronto nice and evenly
People were so mean to me, seems to me that's the reason Heebz
Turned so heathenly
Leave you breathing the air from oxygen machinery
You gon' see the reason that in the hood they call me street, b*t*h
Oh and I heard I'm p*ssing off the police, I'm so pleased
Put 'em down on both knees
Pulled my balls out and told 'em hold these
b*t*h I'm with some OG's, f**king with me's no breeze
Have you begging for your life, crying out like 'no please'
Like a Jersey City cop
'Bobby, thought we talked about this I mean did we not?'
Sorry Satan it's just that hitting cops gets me hot
Hit some shots in their brain, then in that spot hit some pot
I've just got to blame it on
Two random people chilling at a Kosher store
Shoot 'em both then walk out the wide open door
I'm a psychopath, I mean what the f**k was you hoping for?
Traumatized at only fourteen and now you hope I'm your
Little teachers pet, Dog I'll squeeze your neck
And make people wonder how I just murdered you with a
Rope that short
Hit you with a sniper rifle, no scope for sport
Let the cops arrest me and start shooting up some dope in court
Never had no hope of course
All I ever had's a broken brain, a f**king murdered soul, a beat
And vocal chords
Want new music better hold your horse
Or shut the f**k up and help me hide these bodies in a
Stolen Porsche

Grab his f**king leg bro, god damnit. Put him in the f**king trunk bro come on, fat ass f**k. He looks like the f**king thing from the goonies bro

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