Bleach

Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer, hahaha (Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer) (North, North) Haha, you mad (northside) (In this bitch, with my cap on) Yeah (Time to go back to speak that lingo) I'm back in this bitch like a menace Runnin' these hoes just like tennis Fuck what you thought of my image Blocka-blocka-blocka--blocka-blow A semi-auto with the scope I'm back in this bitch with the cult I'm back in this bitch with the phonk Scrim back in this bitch better know I'm back and I'm hatin' and plottin' Back and I'm scopin' with robbers Come back and then jaws get to droppin' Come hard when you step in my yard Scammin', gimme your card Off of a couple them bars Choppa k-k-kickin' Auto f-f-spittin' Talkin' a lot of that guala From the eses to the shottas Lil' Wetto with yoppas Get my pills straight from the doctor Off of the jump 'bout my shit Offer the dump off my hip Fifty shots like I'm back in the crack Smokin' that pack off the jack OD slowly OD slowly, OD slowly OD slowly, OD slowly (slowly) OD slowly, OD slowly (ho) Stop tellin' me what to think Stop tellin' me what to think Stop tellin' me what to think Stop tellin' me what to think Stop tellin' me what to think Stop tellin' me what to think (assumptions, assumptions, assumptions) Stop tellin' me what to think, to think Stop, stop tellin' me, stop tellin' what to think (Assumptions always bein' that) Stop, stop tellin' me what to think (stop) I have become what I hate Sad to say I saw this comin' from miles away Too bad that it ain't a race Coughin' my lungs out stuck in last place Always in bad shape, blunt to the face I want all the smoke, let me get a fuckin' taste What the f******u gotta say? Yung plague untamed Yung plague got nothin' to hide Now I've never been one for pickin' sides but I choose $UICIDE Yeah, I reject almost everything 'bout this new world I reject all the people inside (fuck 'em) They can run, they can hide, they swim, they can fly But I'll hunt 'em day and night For the rest of my life just to watch them die Then shed tears like a crocodile All the while my choppa smiles Bite the bullet, that's not my style Belly full of lead and stomach bile You thought that your life would be worth while Just another fuckin' rank and file (bitch) First came school, then you got a job Now your fuckin' bitch is walkin' down the aisle Safe neighborhood for the domicile Redoin' the kitchen pickin' out new tiles (ayy) Don't touch that fuckin' dial (ayy) Let's see what's on TV World War III in a couple hours But at least the house is clean (ayy) Bodies will be piled for miles and miles But the maid service was free