The process
Hard for them to digest
How I got so much shit to get off my chest
Bones ain't even started yet
I ain't go my hardest yet
I rather whip a hooptie then you
Can go and get your charter jets
Show out and try your hardest yet
Their ain't no argument
You washed like a laundromat
Matter of fact, fuck that
I wouldn't even call it that
Fuckin these bitches is fuckin
Everyone behind your back
Dirty as a motherfucker, If It ain't SESH, fuck it
If you see me out in public
And you got a chain, tuck it
It's been a dream of mine
To slap one of these five foot
Pussies into outer space
And put them into orbit
Realities distorted If you think you more than
Anything but something
To laugh at when I'm bored and
Scrolling through my phone
At the terminal while we boarding
Laughing at you now, wait I, I almost
Hope you never know that
Cause then you just might stop