NO MORE PARTIES IN CBR

[Intro]
Why is my fuckin' mic on this angle?
What the fuck have I done to my stand
There we go, read my lyrics
Here we go
Oh lord, Vriska made another one

[Chorus]
No more parties in CBR
Please dog, no more parties in CBR
Drink too much and I throw up and then I smoke some and see the stars
The cops around my breath, I need your bitch for CPR
No more parties in CBR

[Verse]
I told you, no more parties in CBR
I'm sick of carrying my dick 'round like a DSR
Shawty want a headshot, she can see it from afar
Vriska hit the brown note 808 piano
Suge 808 hit, don't run out of ammo
Like I got the cheat codes
Walk around you with the camera
Bitch I'm sad and I could hit any bit and go kablammo
Suge 808 brown note god I'm leaking
Butt stock shawty [?] twerking for the weekend
I'm going through some shit, boutta listen to The Weeknd
Bitch I'm sad, but even so, I hit the track and leave it weakened
I take my shirt off and all the hoes start leaving
I could rap 'bout anything and it still gets you freaking
Diamonds on my pinky, pretty colors hitting [?]
You don't go nowhere, you rocking rhinestones and sequins
This hit your liver like the Suge 808 note
Now I'm in a [?] counting up pesos
Freaky twink with long hair doing what I say so
Sad I been the baddest since I [?] with Dayglo

[Outro]
Ow
Since the [?]