All these buckles on my jeans Sort of remind me of my straight jacket Lookin' like a lick I'm fresh to death I'm in my grave laughing Mr.Voorhees with the blade how it get tragic Norman Bates, psycho diamonds All up in the face flashing Hold on wait let me do this dance with the devil Anyways got to keep my hands on the metal Got a Glock on both hips Bitch I'm Malcolm in the middle If a nigga try to touch me I'mma kill him All these buckles on my jeans Sort of remind me of my straight jacket Lookin' like a lick I'm fresh to death I'm in my grave laughing Mr.Voorhees with the blade how it get tragic Norman Bates, psycho diamonds All up in the face flashing Hold on wait let me do this dance with the devil Anyways got to keep my hands on the metal Got a Glock on both hips Bitch I'm Malcolm in the middle If a nigga try to touch me I'mma kill him And thats on god I'll send a nigga straight to God (Yeah) I got three pistols bitch that's a ménage And that's on Young M.A.N Hold up nigga... I mean Young M.A Cause I'm dykin' wit this dick Up in my draws' Fit it in ya' jaw Two things 1: niggas all talk 2: N' they'll always bandwagon Cause they're soft And if the get a chance to make you look bad Dickridin' then they'll do it Cause they know you got more talent in a cough (Uh, Cough) Yuh! Up up and away Bitch who the fuck? If you don't get up out my face (Um) I've been sitting thinking about Maybe picking a different route Niggas chicken lets pick em out With that I'm OK! Uhhh KAY! I know some niggas that I'd love to name Some niggas that were riding for the fame (Yeah!) Where are they today? Could've swore I hung them by they skeletons Somewhere in my motherfucking place! (Cuz) All these buckles on my jeans Sort of remind me of my straight jacket Lookin' like a lick I'm fresh to death I'm in my grave laughing Mr.Voorhees with the blade how it get tragic Norman Bates, psycho diamonds All up in the face flashing Hold on wait let me do this dance with the devil Anyways got to keep my hands on the metal Got a Glock on both hips Bitch I'm Malcolm in the middle If a nigga try to touch me I'mma kill him All these buckles on my jeans Sort of remind me of my straight jacket Lookin' like a lick I'm fresh to death I'm in my grave laughing Mr.Voorhees with the blade how it get tragic Norman Bates, psycho diamonds All up in the face flashing Hold on wait let me do this dance with the devil Anyways got to keep my hands on the metal Got a Glock on both hips Bitch I'm Malcolm in the middle If a nigga try to touch me I'mma kill him Uh Yeah Bitch I'm gassed up got a motormouth I'll keep on talking my shit Till them poles is out ... could catch a dick to an open mouth On my dick talkin bout shit he don't know about Same thing for... Aw I gotta stop namedroppin niggas And giving y'all clout- Actually fuck that These niggas hoes and I love that I'd be the bigger person But I'm just not above that I'm just so sick of the Cappin These niggas fragile Like motherfucking glass in a cabinet And you niggas punk? Bitch I'm laughing Especially ... Cause I had love for you it's tragic You could've been "like what happened?" Instead the hoe jumped out your body You talked out your ass N' the same thing for ... I'm mad Den you gonna talk bout' that shit and present it as fact? Yuh Which is crazy Cuz' you know I got the receipts to prove that shit gazi' Ain't it amazing How you knew that I can't show it online So you played me You were lazy You ain't even think twice about it Fo' making a statement But that's OK cause I'm patient I'm not gon' argue with the Internet Bout some fake shit All these buckles on my jeans Sort of remind me of my straight jacket Lookin' like a lick I'm fresh to death I'm in my grave laughing Mr.Voorhees with the blade how it get tragic Norman Bates, psycho diamonds All up in the face flashing Hold on wait let me do this dance with the devil Anyways got to keep my hands on the metal Got a Glock on both hips Bitch I'm Malcolm in the middle If a nigga try to touch me I'mma kill him All these buckles on my jeans Sort of remind me of my straight jacket Lookin' like a lick I'm fresh to death I'm in my grave laughing Mr.Voorhees with the blade how it get tragic Norman Bates, psycho diamonds All up in the face flashing Hold on wait let me do this dance with the devil Anyways got to keep my hands on the metal Got a Glock on both hips Bitch im Malcolm in the middle If a nigga try to touch me I'mma kill him