The Devil Wrote These Lyrics

[Intro]
Agh, agh, haha, ayy
Bitch, I'm Nascar, who are you?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy

[Verse 1]
Call me a shrink, her pussy so pink, it reminds me of Sakura tree (Tree)
My heart so breezy, make green like it's kiwi, but my demons talkin' to me (Ayy)
He wanna be me but fucker, that ain't too easy
I cut him up like lychee and, bitch, I'm blowin' on seaweed
I told her to slump on my bed, she felt the lump on my leg
These boys ain't heard of me yet but now I'm cuttin' they necks
Like massacre, after her, I shoot at your family, what a massacre
Smashin' her like Gallagher
Never runnin' out of ammo, bitch I got scavenger
Pistol whip, bust yo lip
Don't need me a strap, my blade is Excalibur
Designer metal, you get the gist
Sometimes the devil need therapist

[Bridge]
So, call the therapist, I think I need one
Call the therapist, I think I need one
Call the therapist, I think I need one
Call the therapist, I think I need one

[Interlude]
I don't want to kill them yet, in Hell we don't have Internet
LSD, my brain so free, please brand me with your cigarettes

[Verse 2]
Ayy, sneak in the bushes, I hope you overlookin'
All these officers crooked, I make 'em swallow my urine (Oh, right?)
Anarchy on me, it's tatted on my neck, whore (Bitch)
Depression all in me, I feel like fuckin' Eeyore (Bitch)
And I don't got no paper, I'm finna fuck an e-whore (Bitch)
I walk in the bank with tape on my chest, it's C4 (Okay)
She archin' her back, my dick makin' her look like Igor (Okay)
Pussy wanna hate, I'm shootin' him in a skiboard
Bitch, I rock like Metallica, shoot just like Galaga
Neck on Canada, high on salvia
Nascar the devil, I'm practicin' Black Magic-uh
Barrel in my mouth, I'm eatin' the .50 caliber (Ayy)