THERAPY

I'm out in new york with a wendigo cookin shit up and we drinkin modelos
 We carry that ammo
 You ain't nothin scary afraid of your shadow
 Run it, run it, huh
 You want a fair fight
 Motherfucker you came to the wrong place
 Fuck up ya whole face
 You gon fuck up my life with a new case
 Better learn how to fucking behave motherfucker I best see you act right
 It's gon turn to a bad night
 Fuck around and get rid of your eyesight
 But fuck it in hindsight
 I shoulda sprayed all the witnesses
 All the citizens keep ya distance
 I'm gonna need some assistance
 You disappear in an instant
 Came with the proper equipment
 We just a bunch of delinquents
 We takin ya cash and your shipments
 I ain't got any commitments
 So we been some killers since infants
 All the residents scared of the bad kids
 You ain't a rapper you adlib
 I only live for the next hit
 Once I get all my money then I quit
 I quit
 I quit
 Run bitch
 We gon take all ya money and put that shit deep in our mattress
 You ain't a monster you pussy you bitch you ain't shit but an actress
 Everything we puttin out ain't a thing but some motherfucking practice
 Bad shit
 Break ya neck you pussy bitch I do not wanna hear another thing from you
 I'm upset i'm punching holes in fucking doors consider this a part two
 You look like something to shoot through
 My therapist said I got screws loose
 I got a case of the bad blues
 I'm takin ya hat and ya shoes too
 I'm passin you notes like it's blues clues
 My letter said talk if you want to
 So I can just freak the fuck out on you pussies in public and put you on fox news