Don’t want to smoke Talk that bullshit joke The jokes on me he said she said Hoax Tired of it all tired.. I’m the culprit mastermind Proprietor Talk is cheap the walk I creep Give me more of that hyper spaced Out freak I look in the mirror all I see is death I’m falling out hysteria Smoke for days nothing but haze no Not drugs not these days My vape pen is my human Oral fixation faze I’m down on my way I’m down on what I perceive The end of days maybe not for you But for me You want to see me Dead or alive I’ll try to live this whatever you Call so called life Keep passing by drive by Shoot to kill shoot and try You can do what you You can’t stand her man Where’s the frying pan Grab her another bang hit another Gang banger Body bags black gloves just Shank her. Life is a prophecy can’t stand her You got some shit nerve. Get your five cents in Here Love to learn love the burn Bodies down in a row Like death row haven’t you heard Truth is evident truth is real Bitch in a body bag Shut the fuck up don’t make a move Rubber doll bag that bitch up Let’s move I bet 5 bucks you keep your mouth Shut or else You’ll be sleeping with the rest Who’s next.. That’s life for each Cards dealt