Текст песни Steven King - Wooked

Feel like a heathen
Bitch give me a reason
I'm a true king
Giving out stories
Just like I'm Stephen

Bitch went out busy
Dick made her dizzy
Now she confused runnin' around I smoke on a swishy

Ima go crazy gotta mental illness
I'm talking to myself like I'm schizophrenic
Voices tell me to pick up the prescription
Mind meant for wisdom but used for the clinic

I'm boutta do some time killing blonde bitches
Cuz All they know is fun and switches
I don't play with guns got the melee on me
Got a Sock ona bat for a robbery

Grand theft murder steal ya life away
Going to the deep end this sodomy
I'm fucking crazy always constantly
I'm enjoying this man what's wrong with me

Hit that bitch with a two step
Sit down bitch that's what I said
Noose hanging with a new thread
Cut that loose now she dead

Feel like a heathen
Bitch give me a reason
I'm a true king
Giving out stories
Just like I'm Stephen

Bitch went out busy
Dick made her dizzy
Now she confused runnin' around I smoke on a swishy

I got time to kill and blood to spill
Got a need for thrills this is overkill
Got free will with this hand drill
Pierce through the skin just to give 'em chills

Lose the trust
That's dangerous
Just Call it rust
Carry teatanus
Won't give you a shot I just let it crush
Until you beg for more then I let ya suck

Rope me in this ain't double Dutch
Lil bitches go ahead and cross me up
Use me? I guess I was a crutch
Too bad for you coulda came in clutch

Manipulated
Played again
Anticipated
Slayin again
Intoxicated
Obliterated
Baby I get like this every now and then

Feel like a heathen
Bitch give me a reason
I'm a true king
Giving out stories
Just like I'm Stephen

Bitch went out busy
Dick made her dizzy
Now she confused runnin' around I smoke on a swishy

Went and took a life
Coulda saved your life
But this dumb bitch must be deaf she just couldn't take sound advice

I called up my hoes
They already know
None of em average they suck and they blow

I'll tell em to go
Please don't move slow
The next one is here and she soaked at the door

I'm fucking em crazy
She never lazy
There's smoke in the air
It's getting hazy

I cum in hair
Pulled out like daisies
Pulled up with her twin
I call em sameies

Slit your wrists with a new blade
Tic tac toe that's what I'm playin
Murder ona bitch with some new shades
Blood on the floor look what you made

Used
Abused
Too many bitches need the noose
You about to loose ya life
I'm stomping out in steel toed boots

You
Choose
To run away from the news
But now I know the truth
Maybe I just need to bury you