Yung Tax Collector
Chronic Depression
[Producer Tag]
Jammy On The Beat, Boy

[Verse 1]
Pull up to your girl, throw her baby off the cliff
Speaking Arabic and i'm driving stick-shift
Breastfeeding my dog and i'm watching Click
If i get a girlfriend, Belle Delphine's my first pick
Finna rob my grandma, i'm boutta hit a lick
Commiting crimes like my first name is Rick
Get a Nintendo Switch, attract all the chicks
Murder all the children like it's Order 66

[Verse 2]
Poop all over the walls, leave with a trace
Murder my mom like "Get off of my case!"
Cut my wrists, Mom, it's a scrape
Born in the drip, i came out in Bape
I can't swim, but i'll go in a lake
Stick my head in an oven, tryna get baked
Eating my dog for dinner like she's a grape
You thought you was slick, caught you in 4K

[Interlude]
I mean, i would be fine with taking, like, you know, just a couple of pieces of the Flinstone gummies. I mean, they've expired 12 years ago, but they're still pretty good
[Verse 3]
Run from the FBI not tryna get caught
Said i was gonna pay my taxes, ha! You thought
Scrolling on the dark web, children i bought
In the yard with my baby and we fought

[Verse 4]
Gotta big stick like my name is Darth Maul
So much pee, it's like that movie "Crawl"
When i go poop, i never close the bathroom stall
Gotta botched surgery, now i have one ball
I'm 4'11" and my girl is really tall
I know i kidnapped you, but don't give the feds a call
Moving dead bodies like it's a U-Haul
Drank a bottle of Pepto-Bismol, didn't help at all

[Verse 5]
Running a ponzi scheme, i have a scam
But i'm so broke, i have to eat Spam
Eat the stuff between my toes, that's good jam
Pull up to the nursery and do body slams

[Interlude 2]
And also, i love drinking expired milk, because, i mean, like, you know, if you're, like, lactose intolerant, it's already kind of cheese and milk at the same time, so

[Verse 6]
Pull up to the party with a 19-dollar Fortnite card
Come to my house, you'll see me eating lard
Cutting my wrist with a glass shard
Pull up to your house, at your boulevard
Lyrics so dark they belong in a graveyard
Run a homeless person over in my sports car
Not being a criminal, that's pretty hard
FBI arrested me, i was caught off-guard