PaRAn01D

[Intro]
Hoes back to back, why I don't beat my meat
Bitch, I rock Beauty:Beast, I rock Hysteric tees
Pass a bad bitch to me, fuck her good, make her cream
I can't pass her to you, you give hoes STD's
Niggas-
Hi-C Touchdown in this bitch, man
L3Ft 4 D3aD Mixtape, man (Bloodbath)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go, go (L3-L3Ft 4 D3aD Mixtape)

[Verse]
I put blood in my blunt, this shit got me paranoid
Saw a demon in my dreams, I can still hear his voice
I just make one call, and them vamps get deployed
Send a sheet through the mail, yeah, them stamps get deployed
Hi-C too juiced up, I'm not talkin' steroids
Pop a pill in the mall like a fuckin' Altoid
All these hoes on my dick, it's so hard to avoid
Supercharged GT, engine make a lot of noise
240SX, that's my brand new toy
Five hunnid HP, that shit make a lot of noise
I was geeked in the mall, shoppin' on opioids
Fuckin' hoes back to back, that's the shit I enjoy
Hit the mall with them racks, that's the shit I enjoy
Hollow tips in my strap, bullets fly, asteroids
Two revolvers on my jeans, choppa seek and destroy
Burn his ass to a crisp, send his soul to the void (Fuck you!)
And I got a rich bitch, give me head in Rolls Royce
RX7 convoy, with like ten shroomie P's
In the malls, Saks Fifth, I was wearin' Prada wings
And we spent ten a piece, made it back the same week
'Member back in the days, sellin' sheet after sheet
You gon' pay a nigga racks just to talk on a beat
Lil' brodies wear guns, these is not Truey jeans
I rock Off-White sneaks, I rock Chrome Hearts sleeves
I got Prada's on my feet, now these hoes proud of me
In that V12 Scat, switchin' lanes, tires screech
Niggas want beef with me, but they talk to police
Bitch, my belt Louis V, yeah, my hat double C
I fuck hoes back to back, why I don't beat my meat
Bitch, I rock Beauty:Beast, I rock Hysteric tees
Pass a bad bitch to me, fuck her good, make her cream
I can't pass her to you, you give hoes STD's
Niggas left me for dead, but you sow what you reap
Got a chop' with a scope, sweep your ass off your feet
Pretty boy Hi-C, fucked the girl of your dreams
But I can't love a ho, bitch, I'm still pushin' P
Pushin' supercharged dash, 500 GT
Or I'm pushin' gold caps, and them double stacked beans
Niggas pushin' thirty tryna fuck on a teen
Got exposed on the 'Gram, whole world know you a creep
Hot racks, hot flames, five hundred degrees
Hi-C strong and you weak, boy, you soft and you sweet
Swear he don't want spice, nigga, I'll make you bleed
Supercharged GT crawlin' like a centipede
Call your main bitch up, she a certified freak
Hi-C, I got hoes, from the West to the East
From the North to the South, I got girls goin' wild
Hit your bitch from the back, and I bust on her mouth
Nigga, I don't wife hoes, I just slut bitches out
I just smut bitches out, then I kick bitches out
I just fucked your main bitch, damn, I know that you sick
Nigga splurged on them Ricks, now you can't pay your rent
Hi-C got gold dick, give your main bitch a fix
I don't got a big dick, give your main bitch a shrimp
I got K by the gram, give your main bitch a sniff
Four stamps to the face, I been geeked ever since

[Outro]
(Blood, darkness, come unto me)
(This is too easy)