Dennis Type Beat

If you shut the fuck up, then nobody knows a motherfuckin' thang
I was born alone, and bitch, that's how I'll die — it's all the same
When it comes to feelin' nothin', I would rather feel some pain
I'm not payin' for no therapy, I guess I'll never change

Bet them boomers kinda scared of me when I get on the plane
Yeah, my bride's a livin' corpse — just go ask her for her name
Bonejangles in some baggy jeans, I'm 'bout to start a gang
I pull out that Lily Phillips, boy, this bitch about to bang

Right now I'm tied up, run-ins with the BTK killer, I just slide up
I don't share no ETA witcha, fuckin' lives up
Cursed image when I take pictures, bitch I rise up
Tried to do the easy way witcha

Baby hit me, I'm so Christina Ricci
Prescribe me medication 'cause my situation sticky
Mac Fraser, bitch I'm tricky, I'm totin' that doohickey
Tetsuo on that motorcycle tryna hit 250

God damn, I love payback, not just gonna take that
Anthrax, first come the bills, bitch, I'm Bootstrap
Hazmat, biohazard blunt, gotta face that
Big Worm, bitch I'm bringin' 1988 back

Mailin' you a tongue, you know who it's from (ay, ay)
Droppin' off a lung, send me back a thumb (ay, ay)
Blown to kingdom come, you just had to run (ay, ay)
Starin' at the sun, I'm the devil's son (ay, ay)

Boy it's, not Chase when they sacrifice a goat
I get, back at 'em like a fuckin' isotope
Give up, off rip, y'all don't have the slightest hope
If my, bitch leave, hit rock bottom try some dope
My neck, sliced up by propellers on a boat
Underground shit, poke my head up out my hole
Need a, new whip just to wrap around a pole
Used to, make do, lit my cigs up with the stove

I can't be your hero, nah
I can't be your hero, nah