oxy

i wrote a ploy to destroy

roy with his boy's toys

chain him in bacon

snack on back fat from kevin bacon 

kill a jamacian on special occasions

calm down, ryan, slow your roll

before you get out of control

and plug all nine of these rolls!

what the f**k am i even saying at this point

killed a cop and raped his daughter, last night while i was smoking two joints

didn't bother with guns, i don't think that's any fun

takes all the joy out of murdering your son

and rebecca ya better check ya sweater

before i tear ya, pressure shredder, kill women get cheddar

smoke drugs, drink booze

make fake rumors like "amy winehouse's dead corpse was raped by tom cruise"

what I got to lose?

i ain't got nothing to prove to nobody, so f**k you

and if you doubt me i'll be a f*****g black cloud

surrounding you with a sound of gunshots all around

from every angle and corner so when the coroner

corner's me he'll never see fully my capability

when i'm on the mic you see the light, vividly

like when i take off my pants how you can see all of my herpes

and hermes' hermit crabs got a permit for a lab

to do some whippits in a cab smoking a pound of grass

from my a*s, is where i make this s**t up

so sit up front for the cum guzzle, gargle it up

don't try and argue you're done

i love drugs almost as much as i love lesbians

you can't say this, but I just dids

milked the tits and snapped c***s of the olsen twins

rubbed a magazine of some new preteen dimwit

show them my tape and turned em into misfits

taped them after mace'en em and stuck my whole fist in

i was the first to finish, then it got relentless

as the rape scene moved to a horror movie with blood drippin

opened up the bodies with a saw

nailed the toes to each others noes

and smacked the hoes

gave em each two bows and said

come on s***s dont you want some f*****g more?

w****s, going to the party store

just to flirty with marty maclemore, to score a four

loko, to go loko in a lowdoor lambo

but they aint classy hoes

so out the windows they go

like my radio

i don't listen to any music coz it all f*****g blows

but all these s****y artists have sold out shows

so if i gotta sell my soul, that's how it goes

but nothing could ever stop the f****n dopeness i compose