StanWill - Jeff Dahmer lyrics

(Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Huh (Shit, fuck, damn)

Matte black 'Vette with interior red guts
I just want the neck, baby, give yo head up
Feed you to them pit's if you get me fed up
Call the chop "Jeffrey Dahmer"
It'll eat yo mans up
How the fuck I'm balling? I
Ain't touch the court
Pull up waving sticks around
Feel like Dumbledore as-salamu alaykum
Tell them pigs I don't fuck with pork
Ain't no snitches in this whip
But it's six 9s
I be swimming with them sharks
Don't get fish fried
She don't fuck with DSM? Boy, yo bitch lie
I'll walk him down and leave him dead, bitch
I'm Rick Grimes
Hoes in the whip like I fight fire
Hutch did the piece, bitch, my ice brighter
Buffalos on, I don't like wires
All these hoes'll stab you in yo
Back like they Mike Myers
It's funny when you up, everybody down
But when you down, everybody up on you
Bet I lay you down if I get the ups on you
All that talking down
Now it's funny how I'm up on you
Black mirror tints off the icy white buffs
Ninety-nine problems
Don't give ninety-nine fucks
Died in the streets
Don't know why he signed up
He brought his bitch to the club
Don't know why she eyeing us

"I knew I was sick or evil
Or both now I believe I was
Sick the doctors have told
Me about my sickness and now
I have some peace"

Huh think I need some Theraflu because
I'm sick of hoes
I don't care how much I make
I don't get sick of Pros
Run it up and find designer
Shit to spend it on
We got straps inside this whip
But we ain't buckled up
How we fly around with sticks
We look like Hufflepuff
If you see me with yo bitch
I made her juggle nuts
I been in that field for real
And I ain't fumble once no cap
Had to tint the buffies 'cause my ice bright
Keep a Glocky on my waist
I ain't the fight type
Why he tryna cuff that bitch?
She ain't the wife type
Buffs on, 59Fifty to the back
Pass it off to bro 'cause he
Get jiggy with the strap
Gotta stay alert 'cause it get
Iffy where I'm at
Burning rubber in the Kitty
We get litty in them 'Cats
Called the chop a dyke 'cause it's
Some titties on the strap
We ain't selling drugs
It's only giffies in the trap
I just want the mouth
She tryna hit me with the WAP
Sayonara to the law, boy
They can't get me in the Track'