White b*****s, white girls, white drugs
Black girls don't do it but my type does
F**k it in my white van, beat her with a nice white
Until I give her gashes where it's nothin' but the
White meat
E-T-I-H, W's, double D's on her knees
White gargle yellow fu***n' bumblebees
Use whitey's as my dinner course for intercourse
So much fu***n' white make Darth Vader have a dimmer
But of course, I'm the white boy that shows no remorse
Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse
Blacc Friday, f**k a n***a Friday, umm
Wolf Gang make a white pregnant b***h wan' abort
Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort
Odd Future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang
With a white box logo with a couple stains
From a black creampie in a whitey, make it light gray

[Verse 2:]
Oh wow, Obilivion stump
I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk
What the f**k? Gee Willikers and no I'm not drunk
I could have sworn that Budweiser can read fruit punch
Let you sip casually when you tryna lose calories
I'm not a murderer, this occurance that is happenin'
Cause sporadically damagin' my reputation
See I'm a good guy but when I see dead casualties
My p**** gets erected and my nipples are such aroused
And the blouses of these b*****s always end up in my
And three hours in the showers with the corpse
I've ejaculated enough semen to sink a boat what, umm
Riley's body is entirely covered and tied up
From my desire now look at the fu***n' irony
I killed my manager with an iron
All because the b***h finally decided to fire me
Back at Travvy's house even though that faggot admires
All because I heard that he was talkin' to Danielle
So now that I finally made that fags head handheld
He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail
First letter says m**********are you're dead
The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said
And Just in Time your head is mine
You crossed the fu***n' line like a dirty Mexicans
Second letter read hey son it's me
F**k you, I'm a subject without my permission
Third letter quote hey Ace I'm addicted to coke
Wanna ask how I been so?
I make songs about s**t for attention
Put them out randomly hopin' that I get some
I got problems in my head that I want, no
But I don't trust anybody, yeah no one
Savin' up 24 bullets with gun
Cause I got demons that I cannot let out, umm
Hopefully the next album can help me out
Cause I'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts
So, I just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed
But nobody gives a f**k, f**k it, signed anonymous
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