I be trippin inna daze. Mind is like a maze. I be spazzin every day. Gettin to the pape. Run down wit a choppa. Bitch i am a monster. Walk in the stu imma slaughter. Yea bitch imma martyr. Gettin off by fuckin the pastor daughter. Yea imma son of a gun the holy sun i already won. Keep me a gun wit a clip as long as the holy rung. Keep me a k broadday let it spray wit a duce duce. Know ion lose lose. Might make a murder scene. Yea nun this shit new to me. Chop a bitch up like charcuterie. I be running turnin nothin to somethin. Know how we bummin. Hear the scat humming switches be dumpin.