A self confessed serial killer talks exclusively to Channel 9 John Hughes admits killing a truck driver along I-29 in October of 2008 But he told me he has murdered many more people And tonight we take you inside the mind of a serial killer I don't think like normal people, never have Have racing y— thoughts It's been that way since I was a kid I'm constantly doesn't matter if I'm asleep or if I'm awake I'm constantly thinking of a hundred things at one time (You did good, $lick) (It's a smash) Okay, okay, okay
Bitches on my dick, 'cause they know this shit is thick And niggas in the mental, fatal shots to the temple Bitches on my dick, 'cause they know this shit is thick And niggas in the mental, fatal shots to the temple
Yeah, got me fucked up (Okay, okay, okay) Yeah, got me fucked up (Yeah, yeah) Ayy, got me fucked up (Okay, okay) Yeah, ayy, yeah
Money what I'm 'bout (Wetto) Too much cash to count (Brr) Keep that bitch outside, ain't no hoes up in my house (Haha, haha) Smokin' out the ounce, uh I'm watchin' recession (Yeah) My bitch want affection, but I'm busy cleaning weapons (Brr) Pick up white trash, rolls presidential I can't trust no mans, so me driving is essential (Skrrt) Sipping on some potion (Yeah) I got no emotions (Nah) Sold my opp a pack, now his dog is what he's smokin' Since I was a youngin' I been moving like a mac (Okay) Fucking up a sac Daddy smoking crack (Let's get it) By sixteen, I was pimping, fucking bitches back to back (Let's get it) Ben was with me in the trap, told me, "Rap and don't look back" (Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, yeah, yeah) Wish my dog was here, so I can give him every plaque (Every plaque) Hope he looking down with me counting every rack (Every rack) This shit deeper than rap, mane this shit deeper than labels (Let's get it) Kids eating dinner with no father at the table (Let's get it) Gotta keep it stable (Let's get it) Gotta keep it pushin' (Let's get it) Them hoes, they got me fucked up, think I'm worried 'bout pussy Right here where I should be (North) Eastern B-L-O-C (Grey) Grey 59 stayed F-U-C-K-E-D to the U-P
Bitches on my dick, 'cause they know this shit is thick And niggas in the mental, fatal shots to the temple Bitches on my dick, 'cause they know this shit is thick And niggas in the mental, fatal shots to the temple
Yeah, got me fucked up (Got me fucked up) Yeah, got me fucked up (Ayy) Yeah, got me fucked up Got me fucked up (Fucked up) Bitch, you got me fucked up
Six feet under ground, yeah, but I can go deeper Always got my heater, raise the temp like I'm fighting off a fever Sleep with one eye open, always winking at the reaper Used to get so high, they found me aimlessly floating up in the ether Ruby bring the phonk Moving shadows when the night fall (Yeah) Fuck this shit is bunk, feel like I'm snorting Chinese drywall Play it smooth like a baby, make his bitch think that I might crawl AMG Mercedes got the bark like it'll bite y'all Shining so hard, I'm turning tunnels into bright halls (Shit) Blacklisted, spray my name in red up on the white wall Eyeballs all on me, man, I hate this fucking fame shit Caught in broad daylight, fuck, it's too late, I can't shape shift (No) Always looking down, they think that Ruby need a facelift Everyday I send out doppelgangers in the same fit (Huh?) Get the fuck away from me Leave me the fuck alone All of the credit I get is a lie, the whole time it was one of my clones (It was) They say they got beef, but they chewing up beyond meat (Beef, fuck off) How these suckers think they on my level is beyond me Boy, go get your bread up, shred some lettuce on that Bánh mì (Yeah, yeah) Tryna tempt me with her honey, obvy, bitch, you got the wrong bee (Okay)
Yeah, got me fucked up (Got me fucked up) Yeah, got me fucked up (Ayy) Yeah, got me fucked up Got me fucked up Bitch, you got me fucked upTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
