MSK1300

Эй сука, зашей мне ебало

​Акус, етиб ан тилеД

I don't want a ton of cash

I want my dead body flyin' through the fuckin' dash

And all that bullshit you're peddlin' to me is trash

So if it ain't gon' go my way then you can kiss my ass

(Alright, let's switch it up a little bit) I don't like a lot of folks

I don't wanna talk, fight, fuck, or even make jokes

But I do like the idea of shovin' shit down your throat

You gon' lose down the sights of this Trijicon scope

Ice pick to his chest, R.I.p. His followin'

Oxygen leakin' from his lungs, he won't talk again

Say you hard, bitch, hold your tongue and let's work on that softenin'

Keep an eye out for them feds, they pick bad times for droppin' in

Politicians in my eyes

No particular reason that I'm over all this shit and I'm ready for treason

Y'all all fuckin' sound the same, tellin' me to act decent

(I mean, actin' like I'ma actually fuckin' do that)

I don't want a ton of cash

I want my dead body flyin' through the fuckin' dash

And all that bullshit you're peddlin' to me is trash

So if it ain't gon' go my way then you can kiss my ass

I don't like a lot of folks

I don't wanna talk, fight, fuck, or even make jokes

But I do like the idea of shovin' shit down your throat

You gon' lose down the sights of this Trijicon scope