@CoaastGxd - Bath Salts

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Engineered, mixed and mastered by Eddy Vocals

lyrics

Dumb punk mother fucker trynna keep up,

Can't keep up,

I like a phat-ass bitch with a b-cup,

I'ma eat up,

Put'em in a hearse,

In the dirt,

In the freezer,

If you gotta problem better speak up,

I don't ever gotta hear you I'm the reaper,

Make a bad bitch sad when I creep up,

Out of Place,

In your face,

I'ma bust a mace,

Everybody trynna catch a case,

Just to get a place in the race to the bottom of 15 minutes of fame,

Then replaced by whoever is better at being fake,

Fuck a bitch on bath salts,

Never mind, they were Epsoms,

Put a snitch in the asphalt,

And you know how we left em,

Eenie, meenie, miney, mo,

Tag a fuckboi by the toe,

And if he hollers kill him slow,

(I got, I got, I got, I got)

I got 40's open,

Smoking,

And a loaded .45,

I might put the barrel in my mouth so I can feel alive,

Hold the trigger tight and pull it till the blood leaks out the other side,

Bitch, the fucking reaper has arrived

(I got, I got, I got, I got)

I got 40's open,

Smoking,

And a loaded .45,

I might put the barrel in my mouth so I can feel alive,

Hold the trigger tight and pull it till the blood leaks out the other side,

Bitch, the fucking reaper has arrived