[Chorus]
It go, back wood
Smoke a buck fifty on a fuck face
Cut a cutthroat, put him on the front page, ayy
All my life, been dead inside
My heart full of hate, red eyes
Commit suicide just like Kurt Cobain
12 Gauge, I don't do no talking, I don't do no talking
Nah, no, I don't do no talking, call me Stephen Hawkings
I'm already dead, my heart in a coffin
Heart cold, stone cold, just like steve austin

[Verse 1]
I said pussy boy, bitch boy, fuck boy
I heard you snitching boy
You tellin everybody business
Hear my homies really wit it
Leave you sleepin with the fishes
That revolvers going RIBBIT
When it's spinnin like a fidget
[?] THAT BIG 38 RIP RIGHT THROUGH YOUR FACE
MAC DRACO, MAC 11 WITH MILI AK
MAYDAY, MAYDAY
DONT MAKE MY KILL SWITCH ENGAGE
CAUSE I HATE EVERYTHING
YEAH, MY HEART FILLED WITH FLAMES

[Chorus]
Back wood
Smoke a buck fifty on a fuck face
Cut a cutthroat, put him on the front page, aye
All my life, been dead inside
My heart full of hate, red eyes
Commit suicide just like Kurt Cobain
12 gauge, I don't do no talking, I don't do no talking
Nah, no, I don't do no talking, call me Stephen Hawking
I'm already dead, my heart in a coffin
Heart cold, stone cold, just like Steve Austin

[Verse 2]
I said pussy boy, bitch boy, fuck boy
I heard you snitching boy
You tellin everybody business
My girlfriend always bitchin
She say, I'm always sippin'
Sniffin kittens, trippin, huffin'
With this pill case full of prescriptions
NO DESCRIPTION NO CASE
PISTOL TALK HIS KILL
CUT THROAT, CUT THROAT
WITH THE STAINLESS STEEL BLADE
MAYDAY MAYDAY
I'M ON A FUCKING RAMPAGE
PUSSY BOY GOT BOO BOO
HE NEED A FUCKING BAND-AID

[Chorus 2]
12 gauge, I don't do no talking, I don't do no talking
Nah, no, I don't do no talking, call me Stephen Hawking
I'm already dead, my heart in a coffin
Heart cold, stone cold, just like Steve Austin

[Verse 3]
Yeah life is full of problems
Mine's full of messages
Remember I was starving, eatin' out the garbage
Really, to be honest, shit got me astonished
Mama said she proud of all I've accomplished
That pistol in my pocket, posted in the projects
That palm beach hot like august gotta take precaution
I know lots of addicts, not enough
Home alone, shooting dope, just like Macaulay Culkin
Lookin sick, feeling nauseous
Arms still feel rotten, rigor mortis like a carcas
Clothes covered in vomit
That shit look obnoxious
These hoes like to gossip
These rappers in the closet, faggots dressed like Dennis Rodman
Long live Albert Hoffman, I got mushrooms in my chocolate
Acid turn me into a prophet, boy
All I make is profit, At the bank makin' deposits
[?] got me coughin
Bitch still smoking moon rocks
I guess that make me a martian

[Bridge]
In my apartment, like a market
We got everything like Target
Repo got them scales like [?]
13 for the raw
Nowadays that's a bargain
All the police know my face
I pray that they don't barge in
If they do, I don't do no talking
I don't do no talking, nah, no
I don't do no talking, call me Stephen Hawking
All my bitches gothic, wear inverted crosses
I like my bitches dead, just like Farrah Fawcett

[Outro]
BILLY MAYS, BILLY MAYS
BILLY MAYS, BILLY MAYS
COCAINE ALL ON MY FACE, WOOH
JUST LIKE BILLY MAYS
BILLY MAYS, BILLY MAYS
BILLY MAYS, BILLY MAYS
COCAINE ALL ON MY FACE, WOOH
JUST LIKE BILLY MAYS