$uicideboy$, Black Smurf - It's About a 6 Hour Drive lyrics

Welcome to my carnival!

Aimin' for your face, lettin' you
Ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, aimin' for your face
Aimin' for your face, lettin' you
Ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, lettin' you
Ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, lettin' you
Ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, aimin' for your face

Ate some pain pills and Neurontin
Gone, I'm off my rocker
Aim it for your face, and cock it
Shoot 'em like Klay Thompson
Call up Ghoste to ride
Done toured the countryside
Done died a couple times
Couple lowkey homicides
Bitch, I'll burn your Bible
Look into my rifle
What makes you think I like
You? Spark this blunt, and then ignite you
Couple lighters on my dresser, yes sir
Pussy tighter than a rollin' presser
Bitch, you guessed it, but ain't OG, g
When I'm shootin', it's them
Demons that's controllin' me, ho

Aimin' for your face, lettin' you
Ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, aimin' for your face
Aimin' for your face, lettin' you
Ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, lettin' you
Ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, lettin' you
Ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, aimin' for your face

You see a nigga like I
Been 'bout that homicide
What you thought, I let shit go?
What you thought, I let you slide?
Bitch, I'm aiming for you face if
I'm slidin' with that 9
Fuck that creepin' up behind
I'ma see you eye to eye
Even dream of tryin' me
Better wake up and apologize
Ain't no pussy in my blood
Ain't no ho in my eye what, you thought
I was a joke? But I ain't that type of guy
Memphis turned me cutthroat
Made me unafraid to die
So ya better watch your mouth
'fore I hop up out this ride
'Cause when I hop up out the ride
Prejudice aside, cock that iron, then I'm

Aimin' for your face, lettin' you
Ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, aimin' for your face
Aimin' for your face, lettin' you
Ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, lettin' you
Ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, lettin' you
Ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, aimin' for your face

If the devil wore leopard print
I bet you'd call him Oddy Nuff
Body stuffed in the trunk
Now let me go ahead and light this blunt
Smo-Smokin' murder, murder, murder
Fucked your bitch, you don't deserve her
Fucked her twice, and then I curbed her
I want to die, it ain't unheard of
Put the pistol in my mouth
Blew my brains out
Bitch, I'm aimin' for the fuckin' grey clouds
Ain't no halo, from the
Cradle 'til the grave
I've been able to kill these boys
Smoke my blunts and sip some maple
G59, it ain't a label, it's a way
Of life, by way of life
I mean it's just a way to die

Aimin' for your face, lettin' you
Ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, aimin' for your face
Aimin' for your face, lettin' you
Ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, lettin' you
Ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, lettin' you
Ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, aimin' for your face