[Lyric] AFLAC PROD GUAPEZY X AGXNY (DAMPOISDEAD)

[Verse}
Ay, what's next?
Bitch, I'm so depressed
I'm still gettin' checks
DMX
He was talkin' reckless, so I cast a hex
Cashin' checks
Hit him in the head for the hell of it
Hell of it
Bitch, I got darkness in my rhetoric (Bitch, I do)
Veteran
If I get that low, then I'm sellin' it
Delicate
Bitch, I'm not (?) movin' elegant
Imma fly over y'all heads like a pelican
Huh, bro, all these bitches lookin' real dumbo
Cut 'em up
Mix 'em in the bowl, makin' gumbo
I just be rappin' all the time, it's for fun, hoe
You pussies be cappin' all the time
What the fuck, bro?
Please do not be callin' on my line if it's not 'bout dope
Fuckin' Asian dimes she be like "Arigato"
I been makin' music all my life, I'll never stop, hoe
You can't say the same
Switchin' lanes
Bitch, I'm insane
Got a lotta pain up in my brain, in my membrane
Pussy boy just think this shit's a game like it's GTA
Lookin' like an easy fuckin' stain, need to get some brains
Go to school
Pussy boy, you ain't doin' nothin' cool
Hop up out the cut, lit it up like "What's up, fool"
Duck, fool
No Aflac, you need to duck, fool
Sup, fool
I just took your bitch, you's a cuck, fool
Dumb fool stealin' all my swag, lookin real bad
What's that?
If you're (?) had a heart attack
Cut no slack
We don't go for that
You's a fuckin' rat
Talkin' smack
Hit him out the park
Batter bat that
Outta that
Bitch, I got some killers dressed in matte black
Feds come up with more theories than MatPat
[Outro]
Some killers dressed in matte black
Feds come up with more theories than MatPat

DJ DEADHORSES