Deserted

Surrounded by fire like Michael Myers in the cellar

She's shouting for Yeller, but only Cujo's here to help her

She wanted a dog, not a poodle to her rescue

So what is the prob, I came sooner just to help you

Don't have shooters on call, but if there's rumors involved

Bet, I could send out a message and get some hellions to hunt them

Tryna function in the function, anxiety's high cause I don't trust them

Not playing buddy buddy, if things seem funny, then I'm cutthroat

Oh didn't you hear, I gut jokes, never could lean on a snot nose

Cause if all their hustle is bull, that means we've spotted the pot roast

I've got a lot more

To say