Jesse - Gun Song lyrics

Look, uh, mixtape sticking in your head
Like some Riptape
For shit's sake, one come and go
That's to get cake
We all struggle just the same
When we get poor
I just refused to not thinkin'
That shit is sad more
People started sleeping on me
Now like some headboards
Pre-eminent facts that will fuck you
Like a lead whore
I'm colder than you're fuckin' fridge bitch
Get more you get less neck than Brock Lesnar
Eleanor Rigby is the one I have with me
She's classy and pretty
My old girl is trashy with titties
But, I soon perform the action of vaginal
Smashin' and smashin' but I'd bag it
I don't want the reactions
Plus I come even quicker If
I'm sticking it in her
So excited you would think I
Was a fuckin' beginner
I researched if I had dick sensitivity
It's a bummer how much finishing
So quickly can limit me
Even though I've heard my dick as
Long as a limousine and
It always take a minute when
I'm gettin' it inbetween

Blah, blah, blah, I'm so sick
Rap, close cars money, bitches on my dick

Yo, fuck anything and everything
Besides this music
Because without it my whole heart is useless
I use it as a weapon, as
A question, it's the answer, it's a blessing
So even when I attack nothin' can bring it
Arm records, I'm ruthless
Spit till I'm toothless
And anyone who's calling me a fool
Is just too damn foolish
Graduated twelfth grade then I
Quit that school-ish
I would rather not walk in your shoes
And just be fuckin' shoe less
I'll be runnin' shit in these red man shoes
Let me try to sell you on
Some pull or scam you
Dodge the hate bullets
Don't let them ram you
And live free like Willy
Don't swim like Shamu
I would rather die right now
Than get another desk job
I promised myself I would never
Stupid people sleepin' on me now
Like a rest stop
They can rest while I become
The new neighborhood mascot
I'm like the white chunk in
A double stuffed Oreo mustache growin'
Got me lookin' like I'm Wario
Check, 1, 2, 1, 2, I'm a rapper, yo
Skin whiter than some sour dough