I just wanna black out
Black the map out
Crap my back ouT
Blap the *POW* *POW* *POW* *POW*
Pack the strap out when I….
Last leg of
The ash fed love of the half dead masters of none
Half said cuz the bastion’s a slum
Run by fascistist scum,
That’s why our crackers are crumbs
Till my passion goes numb,
And cash turns to rust,
Yo pussy,
Passin’ it up
‘Gnac in the cup
Life,
I been wack at it ‘nuff
Yea, rather die and not come back,
Lifeless,
Cuz being half dead is like havin’ spike strips tacked into my priceless jewels inside the fight club
Like bitches
I bet you wish you could excite me
Cuz then you get a nice one, psylocibin and a dozen knife cuts
I just wanna black out
Black the map out
Crap my back ouT
Blap the *POW* *POW* *POW* *POW*
Pack the strap out when I….
I just wanna black out
Black the map out
Crap my back ouT
Blap the *POW* *POW* *POW* *POW*
Pack the strap out when I….
Sittin in the back, lil light-headed,
Sorry but can you drive us to the gas station,
These rations might be comin’ out,
And my back is breaking, tryin’ to keep from climbin’ out, beyond aggravated, lately I’ve been havin’ doubts
Sad to say but I been black in’ out like a frat house Saturday, on the couch, til my bladder makes
Me stumble around, mumblin’ raps to these rumble-in’ clouds,
Cuz one day I’ll just be dusted and ash,
Y’all gon’ have all the fun while I’m just sittin’ in back?
Pop a squat, stop the beat, skip what you thought was
Hot in the street bitch
Walk me, cuz I’m a dog, half poodle mixed with a terrier,
Don’t shit where you eat,
But the more the merrier kissin’ my feet
I just wanna black out
Black the map out
Crap my back ouT
Blap the *POW* *POW* *POW* *POW*
Pack the strap out when I….
I just wanna black out
Black the map out
Crap my back ouT
Blap the *POW* *POW* *POW* *POW*
Pack the strap out when I….
