Evil Banter

Dreaming of a way out
Cause I'm on my way down
Thought you said the threat was minor? (Organ grinder)
Now I'm in the organ grinder

I've broke bread with snake likes
Fucked up my whole life
I played naughty, I played nice
Forget what it feels like
I'm cigarettes and bad posture
Demon sons, devil daughters
If you know what we'd seen
You wouldn't wanna dream either
Soul on me and on my sneakers
Boots on the ground from the reptile leaders
Boom went the sound of the burnt out speakers
Inner circle bottom feeders

They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells
The wolf from Wall Street, but he looks like he's from Hell

Pushing little children with their fully automatics
Pushing little children with their fully automatics
Pushing little children with their fully automatics
Pushing little children with their fully automatics

Woop woop
That's the sound of the
Roww roww
Blaow blaow
Mentally ill like me
Never be mentally (cough, cough) ill (cough, cough) like me
Tippity top of the morning to you
Do or die, down to ride, don't care who's mobbing with you
Remind you that you're mindless self indulgence, player
That's yeah, nah nah nah nah
Nah
I'm living too wild
Pardon my lifestyle
Mama, never make you proud
Daddy's always in denial
About the female

I know you ain't 'bout it, 'bout it
You ain't really rowdy rowdy rowdy
Uhn, yeah!
Really really rowdy rowdy rowdy