(Chorus:)
Bitch, I’m a maniac
Swervin', on a train track
Crash, in the cadillac
Bitch, I’m a psychopath
Fist, hit you from the back
Talk shit, you getting smacked
Calm down, smoke a boof pack
I'll knock you out, go take a nap
(Verse:)
When I pull up with the stick, Imma shoot you huh
You think that I am kidding? Imma prove you huh
Nah I'm just kidding, that's not who I am
But when you're a cunt, that shit makes me mad
I could have fucked you up, but I write it in a text
You almost made me throw up, that’s a gag reflex
You sit by your computer and you think that you're the best
But homie that’s because you have a god complex
When I pull up to the party, yeah I never fuxkin' drive
You know that I always go 545
At the party Imma pour my fuxkin’ drink in your couch
Then Imma take out my bat and put it in your mouth
When you’re being a dick, I think that you are lame
When you’re talking shit, it makes me go insane
But then I decide, that Imma behave
Fuxk you, it's not my fault that you have a damaged brain
(Chorus:)
Bitch, I’m a maniac
Swervin', on a train track
Crash, in the cadillac
Bitch, I’m a psychopath
(Verse:)
Hey! I'm really filled with hatred
Yeah you are the reason to why I'm so frustrated
Yeah you are the reason to the monster I've created
But I wanna thank you because now I'm motivated
Everybody saying that I’m underestimaded
I don't really know, It's a little complicated
Maybe It’s because of the shit that I upgraded
When it comes to my skills I just fuxkin' copy, pasted
I don't care bout no mofuxkin' whip, no
I just want my friends to get lit, hoe
I don't care bout no mofuxkin' whip, no
I just want my friends to get lit, hoe
(Chorus:)
Bitch, I’m a maniac
Swervin', on a train track
Crash, in the cadillac
Bitch, I’m a psychopath