2AM

[INTRO]

FRIEND: Ay bro
Watch me record one more time
My brothers gonna come up
That'd be scary as fuck
I wouldn't even know he came in the room
FRIEND: It's 2:30
Ay, yuh, ay
This ones gonna be the most agressive

[VERSE]

Ay
Blaming the peoples death up on economy
I blame the government
And fight for freedom
Come along with me
Lots a people telling me to shoot my shot
And kill the president
Ay
"Where the adlibs at?"
This a sicker nation
Bottle deprivation
Fuck your vision
Fuck your feelings
Loss of thought
Gone turn a patient psycho
Wonder why Mrs. Britney
Always using all that lypo'
Never gonna face the fact it just won't
Fix her life though
Slippity whoop
Hangin' a stoop
Body drop
He a xanny fool
She a party thot
Hit a bottle half dead
Kill a liver lot
Now she wishing for her sins to drop?
Thats some fake ass shit
Wonder why her father dipped
Flip my goggles up like obito
Talk about your pain
Toss it out like a free throw
Riding on a bike
But ill punch a fucking dyke
Rolling up a spliff like its J.M. right?
Huh

[OUTRO]

Wait
FRIEND: Bro that was
That was good as fuck