Casey Anthony

I’m that dirty fuckin bastard straight up out that fuckin gutter mane
Leave your fuckin carcass in a ditch the ?
Triple 6 my digits burnin bridges like an arsonist
Twitching out the mags they empty out like they some cartridges
Drop top, chevy ridin like I’m Richard Petty
Mr. Hell just got to meet ya maker turn you to confetti
Tell them coppers come and get me
Tell the reaper that I’m ready
Rip the Glock and hold it steady
Bustin out my fuckin melon
Drop and split you up and make your body multiply
Feed your body to the flies
No take backs, no rewinds
Fuck you and your feelings
I don’t care about your problems
I got my own that I’m dealin with don’t know how i can solve em
Call it selfish I don’t care
Don’t come at me I’m the wrong one
Ay, bitch we lit until the shows done
Picture fuckin perfect bitch we working till the sun dies
You ain’t workin bitch you hurtin close the curtains
Quit the lies