Lyrics: Balls to a wall I lean to the south im upside down pourin lean in my mouth go for a walk wid a piece in my pouch i dont fuck round less the titties are out C.L.K.D kickin into the house i ball on these grounds like im searching for doubt i scout like a fly on the wall with a route im out when i come and wet you like a spout bitch floss in a ross windshield took out of it bullet proof glass it withstands a lot of shit semi automatic like Peterbilt without a stick ill pull out and shoot you right in the dick you lean down hit your head with a brick Kevin Mc on a house i aim for pricks the same for cliques who aim to piss me off with tricks a lunatic who never knows how the fuck he feels so he's holding the steel in case it gets real he sought for the right to chop the ordeal ordeal is you now catch metal pills like your last meal a warden and doc reload another stick into the box now you get smothered like your face in a sock don't give a fuck they witnessed or not so heres the plot bruh im the only doctor i told you stand back cause you are not the best shot and you're not wearing armor the color of blood pulls feelings i harbor all that does is make blades sharper ill give you the bow like my handle is archer like a mayan draggin you to an altar to sacrifice you to higher powers smoking chronic higher powers my drip wet like im in the shower when i moon walk i water flowers and by flower i mean sour diesel our words devour myself and I agree we scour the Earth in hopes to cower bitches at the speed of powder