Wifisfuneral - JoeBuddenProbablyThinksICantRap :( lyrics

Two hands Xanax, I might panic if not attack
Steady relapse into my old ways
In the third grade I got
Punished for sour play
Called my friend Johnny a fuckface
Snuck outside and shot pedestrians
With my draco, missin' my AK
They yelling out mayday
Houston we got a problem
Grim on the loose and he's wildin'
Hide your children 'cause if he finds you
You're dead within the next hour
Shedding tears to a dying flower
While he's laughing, plotting for power
And say roger, I couldn't find in my heart
A woman got duct taped and
He dragged along the body
See my mental kinda fucked up, you can tell
Right? Probably got a whore with HIV
Tell my rancher it's quite jolly
Sadly, I'm a spawn of Satan who's waiting to
Meet their maker to argue in conversation
I tried to kill myself three times
Well, I guess that didn't work, jerk
Now I go berserk, first on a verse
RIP to my vocals
'Cause the day that I ever die
The rap game got no culture
See I'm the nigga that's up now, mane
Fuck next fuck fame, a fuck fest
Labels want to sign me now
I could give a fuck less
You could die, suck a sick dick, nigga
Hold your fuckin' breath, ayy