KarmaIsUgly

Lyrics

[Chorus] Damn, it's lot of these bitches who wanna be free But later yet, they take it out on me (A11XW1ÑG) 'Cause since I'm in the scene, I been working the G' I spray like Febreze, you can't catch my breeze I like to live and you 'bout to die Tell me I'm crazy, but you can't hear my mind We go back to back with all my demons, oh, my Going toe to toe, plucking out of their eyes [Verse] Fuck all your words, just nonsense is flowing You sound like a faggot, nigga, shut your emotions Niggas wan' try to be free from their broken They cutting themselves in the moments And this nigga try to get me to kill myself That is the thought and it goes back to them, huh You wish me death? But you'll burn in your hell None of your powers are great, you jus' slacking them And they mad 'cause I can't take shit serious Nowadays, niggas can't joke like we used to 'Cause a lot of these monkeys get furious Like these niggas retarded outside of their loose screws Bomb my place, I'll send you to the dirt Wanna fuck with my set, I'll give you the work Dumb with the beat like I'm Patrick, on soul Tell your fucking mother that she's a damn hoe "Die, die"? Yeah, okay Sound like a dyke, nigga, get out my face Tear off your skin, we don't care anyway Can't beef with you, kill yourself today Face to face, nigga won't get the message These baboons are soft, pull the tough for attention Now what is this hoe gon' do? He's pretending Done wasting my time on you fags, no mentions It's not a hobby, this a therapy session Combining your sorrows where thereof be sections You can get karma, shots to your mama Like a rapper "I pull up with the llama" Done beefin' with monkeys who scream for bananas All on my dick, can't suck for the camera Tell me to die, I'll visit your dead bitch Fuckboy, I'm not one to be messing You wake up angry, sucking dick, you have no peace, lil' bitch When I wake up, I be relieved from my troubles, live with the team, lil' bitch, uh I ain't got no time to be on it wit' you, niggas jus pull the Onyx for views Have fun with yo' dead buddy, that nigga got dropped on the floor, getting muddy [Chorus] It's lot of these bitches who wanna be free But later yet, they take it out on me 'Cause since I'm in the scene, I been working the G' I spray like Febreze, you can't catch my breeze I like to live and you 'bout to die Tell me I'm crazy, but you can't hear my mind We go back to back with all my demons, oh, my Going toe to toe, plucking out of their eyes, pussy