"You are now listening to Chlorine"

"Fuck this shit boy!"

[Verse 1]
(Like that bitch!) Yeah it's that crawler (huh) that creepy crawler (yuh!)
I'm creeping up on 'em I'm stacking my commas
I find no solace (nah!)
That blocc get hot as Arizona (hot!)
I'm in the sauna so fucc around if you wanna, you bitches wanna?
I let my chopper pop
Cutting up another motherfucker let 'em percolate (yeah!)
Then I lay low I don't want no murder case (murda case!) (huh)
All he seen was a painted face
It's like my OG say "Fuck this shit boy!" (let's go!)
Lean what I whip (whip!)
Still won't see me slip (No!)
Devil on my shoulder kickflippin' on a chip (hol' up!)
He said "fuck 'em all homie go and clock a grip (yeah!)
Choppers cost money, yeah we really killing it
Opps talking shit real killers they ain't feeling it (huuh!)
Hop off the dicc lil' bitch do you get it yet? (No!) (Naw!) (huh!)
Guess you slower than I thought you was
Ain't no one stopping us
"Fuck this shit boy!"
[Verse 2]
Stuff yo fucking head in a jar
Put that shit away for tomorrow
Welcome to my death seminar
Let the voices talk to me now
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"Fuck this shit boy!"
(?) the Faygo sipper
Ouija Macc, yo favorite ninja
Catch a bigot hatchet to his brain and paint a fucking picture (ooh!)
Had to Police sergeant laying with you (huh!) (uuh!)
Should'nt assume that I was playin' witcha (I ain't playin!)
Ouija make the blood splat like a Rorschach
Pull up at your crib 3AM and I torch that
Corpse where yo porch at
Brains on your doormat (huh!)
Where that dork at?
"Fuck this shit boy!"

[Outro]
Skaer Locc
Ouija Macc
You pineapple headed motherfucka