Percocets & A Handful of Xans Lyrics

Not a ryda but I'm dump-dump-dumping

Bodies in the river, in my trunk trunk trunk is

Your baby momma and I'm hump-hump-humping

Her rotted corpse because there's some-some-something

Wrong with my brain, singing songs kills my pain

Especially when they're about your death, I long for the day

That this sawed off can play a role in watching you beg

For mercy, shoot you fourty seven times then chomp the remains (Ayy)

Feeling drained like an old battery pack

It seems everyday has to be wack

Nothing means shit, grab me a map

Cause I'm running in circles, can't read it, laugh

Cause I'm a joke, head's a factory that

Keeps on making me ask for a gat

To the face, think I'll have me a snack

Percocets and a handful of xans

Lunatic in a tight straight jacket

Murder everyday with this knife, pray that it's

Over quick, but I might take acid

And trip out for a couple hours, my days passing

By in a flash, mind is a mash

Of bedlam, my head's gone offline with a crash

Fuck around you might die with an axe

In your forehead, lying in trash

Sitting in my bedroom on no-doz I'm chomping, hoping that

My fucking heart will explode, I'm so low now popping zolpidem

I'm falling down down down

Ooh hold me friend

And when I finally stand up

I grab you and I choke ya neck

Feeling drained like an old battery pack

It seems everyday has to be wack

Nothing means shit, grab me a map

Cause I'm running in circles, can't read it, laugh

Cause I'm a joke, head's a factory that

Keeps on making me ask for a gat

To the face, think I'll have me a snack

Percocets and a handful of xans