Lyrics Handgun - MF Zeph

Crashing on couches
Dick in your spouses
Handgun in her throat
Baby, that's my favorite pastime
Shatter on the floor
Of the hotel lobby
All these patrons think I'm goofy
Brain crafted shoddy
I think I'm the shit, baby
My shit don't stink
Walking about town
Watching how my spine slink
I'm caught between three women
Find me inside of the faucet
I've got the cherry in my soul
I'm an acid fucking prophet

You don't really know me
You just know the surface
You don't know the real me
You just know the surface
You don't really know me
You just know the surface
You don't know the real me
You just know the surface