TWEAKER ANTHEM

Lurking like a mother fuckin
TWEAKER

Now its 20 for the feature

AR AIMIN ALL UP AT YOU RETARDS

He still rock a v card as a senior

Ice cool, cold stare, low blank domineer

Fuck a pension in the trenches crack his
Shit if in my mentions

Don't bool, fuck school, sharp shanking leaders

Pistol wrenching, sent to heaven
Your sound be from 011

I'm reverend of this shit
Pessimistic wit
When I spit
Unironic use of lit
Is making me sick
I'm throwing a fit
And dip
And never live
A cig
And rig
To blow your stig
Ma
What about fu that
Shit

Chains hang off the fit

Pull out the blade it eject let it flick ay

Pull out bong and rip

Orange tip clips
When you talkin your shit
Sharpie muzzle head bitch
Get the fuck off my dick

Please take a flick
I look sick in my fit
Ima demon in pics
Why the fuck I look so sad

Talk bouta stick
Because it is real shit
I know you ain't crip
You lil cringey ass bitch

Tweaker Anthem

Come through the window
I take you for ransom

You bish wanna slide she keep calling me handsome

I'm gonna show every inch of my hand son

I got a drum like I play in a band son

Keep talking smack i'll teach you lesson

It's Halloween and you know I stay flexing

I see you mooma and I get to sextin

But for real

Get the fuck out my mentions

I got that pack and I know I be stenchin

Equip with a blade like im ready for fencing