(prod. mud)

Fuck, fuck I get my cock sucked.
Sluts from the gutter make my cock numb.
Coke up in my lunch, lunch box 
so bloody cus my nose run. I don't give a fuck,
you get punched, act dumb and get your neck spun.

Several bucks, what I got. Pump a shot
from the buckshot rifle, point it at your mom.
I'm a fuckin bum, from the gutter, born in slums.
I get drunk, red rum, bring guns, get done if you want some.

Cigs and drugs bitch, that's just how I function.
Friend with the roaches, I got used to being disgusting.
Clips and guns click, brain got corrupted.
Don't care what you own, it'll all amount to nothing.

Cry cry cry cry cry for the roach, in a human form.
Blowtorch, melt your face off.
I'm inside- side side side, of your block, with a sawed off.
Slam the door, bottom floor, mask on. 

Target red cross, wipe em out then we move along.
Plague doc, never stood a chance to the teardrops.
Body gone, I grind it up like some mince meat.
Chicken nug, I eat em up like a six piece.

Cop killer, a lotta pork in all my meals.
If he gossiper, I stick the tail up in his face
and make him squeal.

Popular, among the homeless, they bump me.
Motherfuckers wishin they could front, but they fuckin weak.

ROACH

OKDante