These Colors Of Fuckery

I ain’t never sold coke
I ain’t never sold coke
I ain’t never sold coke
I never sold coke
I never sold coke
I don’t sell coke
I don’t sell coke
Kill 'em
My head hurts
I don’t feel right now
I don’t want to live life here
Flock me
Try me if you dare
If you dare
I’d wander
All away from
Things of error
Raging so much
I’ve been feel my head bursting in
My brain loves to crack apart
So many ways
Crack apart in so many way (Ay, ay)
Then I come back with a bullshit ass rap
(Yo, yo what the fuck are you doin'?)
Talking bout shit (Put the song back on)
I ain’t never done (Bruh, put the song back on)
Never spat, I wasn’t raised in no goddamn hood, ay (I ain’t fuckin' playin'
with you bro, put the song back on)
But the suburbs ain’t no fucking better (This ain’t shit bruh)
Cause this is boring as fuck (I'ma kick yo ass)
It’s boring as fuck
I wanna die so quick (I wanna punch you)
And I don’t understand why’d you even give a shit (Too gory)
I’ma rip my face off with a fuckin' spatula (Ha)
Pour hot oil on my dick, call that bitch a spatula (Ay, yeah)