Credits
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DeBlock
Rap
Mad Max
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
DeBlock
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
DeBlock
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Maz Mesa
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Lyrics
I'm a loose Cannon who landed on a new planet just to do Xanax
I just landed in transit, zombie land smells rancid, I can't stand it
I chanced and got caught by Chris Hansen, passed him and started dancing
Bad thoughts to rob my friend Cameron, steal his car, ram him and rob his grandma's mansion
I'm sick as famine, went to the Hampton with Charles Manson, he left in a panic
I'm in my room stranded with a sleep paralysis phantom
I'm severely damaged, I think I'm going bananas
I'm cutting bitches up like salmon, put her in a sandwich and it's outstanding
In my room standing, nine milli to my head, pissed off it's jamming
Damn it, I wish I could just fucking blam it
I just learned Spanish, the fuck this Hispanic
She vanished, when she found out I was manic
Bad thoughts I can't manage, take advantage, rip her skirt off like a bandage and cram it
You know what I'm planning? Ramming young Shannon
Cause he's small and at a disadvantage
Let's shove crayons in his anus cause he's handsome
And leave him tied up by both ends like a hammock
I'm jumping on that hammock, penis first stamp him
Cut his head off and throw it like he's aerodynamic
Let's turn to satanic, eat his heart like it's organic
Then throw his remains in Atlantic, yeah right there with the Titanic
Help me! Somebody help
Screaming for help, it won't help, oh well
Screaming for help, I'm going to hell, oh well
Screaming for help, it won't help, oh well
Screaming for help, I'm going to hell, oh well
Who knew, I had loose screws since Blue's Clues
You too, my uncle used to fuck with my body like voodoo
My short fuse just blew, I gave my bitch some black eyes, yeah like a raccoon
I have shrooms in the back room, take a half boo before I smack you
Attack you, stab you, sorry mom you raised a bad dude
I'm nuts like a cashew, the masked dude
Raping bitches and coming for the cash too
The rumors are true, don't let me out this room
Put me in a straitjacket, monitor me on Zoom
The rumors are false, I didn't make her play with my cock and balls
I told her to knock it off, beat her
But I wasn't the one who saw her nogging off
I was not involved
I was the cause, problem solved
I pulled down her drawers, ripped her pussy off
Fucked her jaw and blamed it all on Shawn
Fuck you, Max
I usually come in hogs, fuck the law
Took nine Vicodin, something's wrong
I need pills to fix my pill problem, I've done it all
Demon talk with a Jesus cross
Evil thoughts, I can't sleep, I done seen it all
I can't eat it all
Obsessed with screaming broads, saying my penis small
If you don't like it, how about you eat it off
Screaming for help, it won't help, oh well
Screaming for help, I'm going to hell, oh well
Screaming for help, it won't help, oh well
Screaming for help, I'm going to hell, oh well
Shit, I don't know what to say on this third verse
I don't know, get in there, say some bullshit, but make it sound worse
I'm just like, super confused with words
Just chill out, dawg, say something, make it take an evil turn
Let's talk about satonism and murder, or my baby mom and how I went and hurt her
There you go, Shawn, let's talk about some torture
Drag her to the pits of hell with us in both scorchers
Yeah, Ion wanna curse her, cause my head's not clicking like a cursor
Okay, okay, follow me, Shawn
Let's go back to the furnace where we learned this
Written by: DeBlock