Songtexte CURSES AND SPELLS FOR KIDS! - $wayzeKobain

Said, fuck that shit talk
Big glock, rock yo shit go kris-kross
Lots of slits, I slip off
Gotta rip my wrists raw
Pissed off, wrist glossed
I'm with yo bitch, we lip lock
In a sense we get off
But that innocence, we sick of it
Wit the shits, you isn't nothing
Wishing that you didnt fuck me
Over, now I'm dripping money
No one out here can corrupt me
Getting nasty on the beat
And attacking y'all with heat
Shrieking, laughing, I'm a freak
Screaming Happy Halloween
Been acting up, I'm shattered, sunken
Mad enough to splatter something
Spazzing, slumping
Ashing blunts, bitch
Lacking trust, and smashing pumpkins
Cashing commas
Bagging mommas Clashing, cumming
Dashing on 'em
Sassy sorrow
Sagging harder
Slapping someone slacking, sorry
Sick of being attacked in numbers
Bitch
My wallet is filled with hundreds, rich
I'm honored, yet im done with it
More harm is done then good it seems
So fuck it, my apologies
I'm ducking lying wannabes
I'm sunken, sighing on the beat
And fucked in my economy
Still I'm high, ironically
Solidified by sodomy
Delivering my alarming dream
A little at a time, but honestly
Adrenaline dying, my heart is ceasing
I can not guard it
It stopped its beating
Bitch, you gotta see
You're the lost one now, it's not me