SFM

Ew, bitch
Agh (Fuckin' idiot)
Bitch, I’m Nascar, who are you?
I swear to god, I fucking hate you
Please introduce yourself (Fuckin' idiot)
Don’t spill that on my Raf (Hold my drink, bitch)
Ain’t nobody hard as me
I might fucking cut up all your arteries
And my gang be shooting like its archery
Turn the gun around and now the target’s me
Wetting up your turf like I was gardening
Used to have a heart but now it’s darkening
Demons in my head livin' in harmony
We’ll pick up your call, not telemarketing
See from him that he raged it is outrageous
If they let me out this cage I will outrage him
With these liberty spikes, I’m Super Saiyan
Bitch, I’m cleaning out your crib no renovation
Everybody ask me, Nascar why you pissed?
Prolly cause of all the fucking pain I’m taking
And all you other rappers out here lame as shit
You can never take the fucking throne of Satan
I wanna watch 'em weep, I wanna watch 'em burn
Say you on top of me, why am I unconcerned?
Kill them unconsciously, back to Hell I return
And I’ll be sound asleep when I’m covered in dirt
I wanna watch 'em weep, I wanna watch 'em burn
Say you on top of me, why am I unconcerned?
Kill them unconsciously, back to Hell I return
And I’ll be sound asleep when I’m covered in dirt
Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree?
Satan speaking in my dreams, so I’ll sleep six feet deep
Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree?
Satan speaking in my dreams, so I’ll sleep six feet deep
Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree?
Satan speaking in my dreams, so I’ll sleep six feet deep
Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree?
Satan speaking in my dreams, so I’ll sleep six feet deep