The bag!
Diablo on the beat, n***a (Shut up!)
Bitch (Look, I-n***a I don’t care n***a, I don’t care ‘bout you man, uh)
Head bumpin' to it
Scratch limp biscuit dick (Fuck, I’m doing it)
Yeah bitch!

[Verse]
Imma fuck a n***a bitch then I’m breakin' her neck
(C'mere, bitch!)
Understand why a feminist don’t pay me respect (Fuck, I hate bitches!)
I'm a cut throat hoe pimpin', homicidal, lost soul
Gathering these bitches just to dump 'em in a black hole (Ay, go swim)
Fuck a mans
I can’t make amends (I know nothing)
Ain't got no regrets, had to get it how I live, huh (Yeah yeah yeah)
Since a kid, I been on some other shit
Duct taping babysitters up before I smother 'em (Mmm)
Hoverin', over the decaying corpse
Wonderin' should I fuck it in the ass or in the face first
Sick thots, louder than a black church
Screamin' in my head, tellin’ me I need to act first
Paranoid, hella paranoid
Hella mellow though you probably thinking I was good, look
Yeah I’m straight, straight, sick, sick, twisted
Fuckin' on his corpse with my light-skin shrimp dick
(Ok, we heard you the first time)
Him grim, him sinnin' with a big grin
Head bumping to a scratched limp bizkit disc
Him grim, him sinnin' with a big grin
Head bumping to a scratched limp bizkit disc