Lyrics:
hesitant to stick chicks
And them little kids love slit wrist of them other little kids who spit shit
Dead raped pregnant women made mules to move the drugs
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
had
I was a little lad
niggaz shooting through my Grams window shattering glass
had the chicken pox
on that toy horse that rocks
my moms grabbed me down
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
loco en cabeza
I knew immediately you was taken aback by my attack
I guess I was just a little rough
But every word you say is just enough to drive
Yo, the name is Batty
The logic is erratic,
Potato in a jacket,
Toys in the attic,
I rock and I ramble,
My brain is scrambled,
Rap like an animal but
Yo, the name is Batty
The logic is erratic,
Potato in a jacket,
Toys in the attic,
I rock and I ramble,
My brain is scrambled,
Rap like an animal but
Yo, the name is Batty the logic is erratic
Potato in a jacket toys in the attic
I rock and I ramble my brain is scrambled
Rap like an animal but I'm
up
We're brain banging the coin slot toy trap machine while
The daughter of the automat's collecting for the silver screen
You need a single rubber
Misery wants some company
I'm being strangled on the couch
By my insecurities
Depressed and lifeless
Feeling hopeless
Take my brain away from me
I
like button
Buy my book and subscribe to my Youtube channel
Yes
You too
Can claim reparations 40 acres and a mule
Every little bit goes a long way
In
And get brain but not the same
Brain she be thinking with
Banger by my pancreas if a
Nigga think he slick
I'll blow his brain out now
He can't think of shit
it's off with ya brains
I was born by immaculate conception
So my momma give birth to a legend
Now I gotta get a new Smith and Wesson
Cause I been
get my brain juice Leakin
In the hot tub freakin' with the creep on my neck
Take a little time with a sissified shawty
Got her hard fast coming
Bitch,
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
look at you
Without feeling tight up in my chest
Was your little pack mule
All of your secrets, burdens? Kept
Makes me kind of sad too
And as I'm calm, I
someone you run around on then come back to little boy.
I'm not angry, not even sad.
I'm just glad I know by now that you are nothin' more than bad.
I'm
buying a chain
That little boy he not what he claim
Taking them drugs it don't ease the pain
Been through the mud, I been through the rain
I don't know
And you can get the fickity-finger, the middle
You little dizzy bitch, eatin' spaghetti again
Got a 6 o'clock craving, stop, get Ciroc
It's 'bout to be
Passed em all
Another level on a game screen
I'm no toy
Baby you could never play me
Bet your boyfriend
Wishin he could say the same thing
Risk it all
For
shoved in their face
And it's a disgrace Hailie can't play with her toys
In the front yard without you drivin' by, honkin' your horn
Screamin' some
You got the bass to feel it low
Down deep in your soul
Might even tickle your toes
A little bit
But the flow
It holds true to the foundation
my brain and keep getting thrilled by tiny little things
My state of mind will remain the same 'cause I made a promise my eyes will never change
Voices are ringing
Up in my head they are kinking
My brain don't wanna be thinking
Because they keep on bringing
Bad memories I'm sinking
Lower by
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