[Intro]
Man, I'm fuckin' sick as fuck of just being like this. I don't even wanna fuckin' do this shit man. I mean fuck it though, I got nothing else going on. Why the fuck not? Yeah!
[Verse 1: Mr 8 Legz]
Look here motherfucker! Think I won't come to your doorstep
With the simple intention of ripping out your teeth with forceps
Complete with torches, can't sleep with corpses real deep in the forest
Yo you figured by now that I fuckin' ignore it
No I'm mad mad petty and unsafe for all for it
Not this silly little beef on Instagram
And on your street you can get these hands yo
Look at you talkin' all that tough guy shit
Pussy, punk bitch, weak-ass cunt, lame ass, lookin' fuckboy
Bitch you got a motorcycle, now you ain't a busboy
Riddled in their jacket and you think it can be touched boy
Likе what boy? Mad as fuck I made you check my fucktoy
Let mе repeat that, I fucked your girl before you even could
How sad is that you fat faggot? Yeah
And now you in my inbox like a big madman, what the fuck is that?
Got my address right? Where the fuck you at
Bro I'm always outside you can bring your dad
And all your little buttfuckin' biker buddies in a bag
All you ver-ver-very rough guys gettin' slapped
Man fuckin' need to dial it back before I crack and snap
And start a séance with shit that you showed the cops
With your pussy ass (You fuckin' bitch!)
I don't even want to be that goddamn person
Fact I'm responding rarely makes you think that you worth it
Defeats the purpose, just do me a favor, go drink detergent
Stay the fuck out my DMs you weak and worthless
Piece of vermin 'fore your mom gets to meet the police chief
And get a peep beneath the curtain
Fuck I don't know who told you
That it was a good idea to mess with me
It's like what I fuckin' know you
Shut your mouth little bitch! Want to go and mess with me
Well look this is just how it goes
And this thick dick that your chick wanna blow
Already read that you sick of my shit
You're a fuckin' idiot and I know that you slow
You a pussy, pussy, pussy (What was that?)
Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Holler back! Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy
Oh yeah! You for sure one of them Now step back and like a little bitch stay the fuck out my DMs
Pussy!
[Outro]
Yo this shit's fuckin' great dawg. How'd you like that hickey I sent her to work with dawg? How'd you like that baby I put in here? How'd you like how you showed up at your house and I'm sittin' on your couch smiling at you? How'd you like how you didn't do a fuckin' thing? You fuckin' sissy little bitch motherfucker don't act hard, you nerdy fat fuckin' fuckin' faggot. Fuck you dawg! You know my address. Don't show up while I'm asleep! Show the fuck up when I'm awake. I was at your house in your yard and you couldn't do a fuckin' thing! Quit actin' hard you fuckin' pussy! I apologize by the way. This album is all over the fuckin' place
D.M. was written by Profetesa Beats & Mr 8 Legz.
D.M. was produced by Profetesa Beats.