Текст песни Realism VS Idealism - $uicideboy$
Yeah
they
call
me
yung
mutt
In
the
cut
smelling
like
some
indica
All
these
hoes
keep
splitting
cuffs
Spilling
guts
No
ands,
ifs,
or
buts
If
her
butt
was
any
fatter
i'd
be
fucked
and
quickly
bust
Splatter
kids
all
on
her
mug
like
she's
allergic
to
my
nut
Give
her
antihistamines
Pistol
green
like
it's
a
buck
Trigger
squeezing
like
i'm
fiending
for
a
reason
to
give
up
Bend
your
knees
Begging
please
like
i
could
really
give
a
fuck
Uzi
tucked
against
my
spleen
I'll
make
you
bleed
until
you
rust
For
the
static,
i'm
an
addict
Back
at
it
like
a
chiropractic
crack
habit
If
i
want
it
ima
have
it
Knock
you
off
this
fucking
planet
Send
your
corpse
up
to
the
stars
replace
em
all
with
fucking
maggots
Pants
saggin'
Red
flaggin'
Ima
get
the
bag
whether
it's
paper
or
it's
plastic
All
these
fuckboys
i
be
slappin'
Aint
got
time
for
all
your
cappin'
Ima
conjure
up
my
demons
Whisper
all
their
names
in
latin
Yung
wetto
It's
yung
north,
mane
Whipping
in
a
ford
thang
Gripping
on
the
hammer
Indiana
Slicky
fort
wayne
Pot
filled
with
white
dust
House
color
white
nut
Looking
for
the
chewing
Patrick
ewing
out
a
white
slut
Cup
dirty
Glock
30
Murk
a
motherfucker
quick
Eastern
bloc
Sticker
shock
Custom
how
i
rock
a
benz
5%
on
the
tint
looking
like
the
babadook
Fuck
a
fight
i'd
rather
shoot
My
youngin'
hollering
hootie
hoo
I
yell
amen
Hollow
tips
rain
in
59
guerilla
I'm
too
real
for
them
to
cage
in
Southern
cajun
Suckers
bite
the
pavement
Told
that
hoe
to
hit
my
agent
talking
bout
engagements
Fuck
a
blame
shift
I'm
that
motherfucker,
boy
Creeping
thru
the
night
Turbos
breathing
like
they
paranoid
Wetto
makaveli
Northside
Burn
em
all
at
the
stake
while
singing
bloody
mary
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