My Body Count Reads Like A Hit List Lyrics

I've tried so many fucking times to help you, but you don't ever listen

Fuck the game so hard, I didn't need no fucking foreplay

Roll the blunt the size of my third leg, flamethrowers just to torch it

Gotta German bitch covered in glitz, looks like her name is Porsche

And I raise the temp so fucking high, they calling me the scorcher

Uh, middle finger to his crew

Got my middle finger in his bitch, she never mentioned you

D-E-A-D-L-I-E-S-T

I'm Donald Bump, I shake my junt, I burn 'em like an STD

They say I change industry, ain't getting enough credit

'cause I'm married to the game, they should throw me a fucking wedding

Fuck, she say my dick be super hard, she rub against my Wesson

Damn, he runs his mouth like cardio, that boy 'bout to learn his lesson

Illest motherfucker, bitch, I didn't even stutter

'cause I'll take his fucking girlfriend and make that bitch my lover

Going deeper undercover, my opps calling me their"brother"

Flowers on his grave because forgiveness is a bummer

Go ahead, fit in, fit in, feel like you belong, peace out