CURBS

[Chorus]
First, we grab his fuckin' head
His teeth on curb, it’s lookin' red
His eyes look dread, his face regret
We stomp it 'til he’s fuckin' dead
We stomp it 'til he’s fuckin' dead
We stomp it 'til he’s fuckin' dead

[Verse]
A mess on the pavement, ha
Your bitch ass complacent, ha
I don’t run it back
Talking all this shit, but suck on my sack
Oh, how it feel to miss yo' teeth?
He just blood on a tee, he bled on a tee
Bitch, why you talking? You cannot be me
You cannot be me, you fuckin' fuck
What the fuck wrong? You fuckin' suck
Get me a song? There’s not enough luck
Up in this world to make it happen
Oh, make it rappin'? You won’t make it happen
Your goddamn set got people nappin'
And I just laugh it off, I set off fast alarm
Tell me how them bombs taste
When I’m just walkin' away
Tell me how them bombs taste
When they just blow up in your face
Tell me how them bombs taste
When I just blow up in your face

[Chorus]
First we grab his fuckin head
His teeth on curb it’s lookin red
His eyes look dread his face regret
We stomp it til he’s fuckin dead
We stomp it til he’s fuckin dead
We stomp it til he’s fuckin dead