He blows hair to spend some air He blows hair to spend some air Oh, pues racha que bien que ves Oh, pues racha que bien que ves Oh, pues racha Resurrection of the lepers by the death I'd never met her If I did, I think I'd tell her Fuck yourself, I'll tread in cheddar And I'll be lucky for the better Why would I kill myself now? Because I like to see the world burn Just to soak up smokin' ash like a burnin' nerd Fuck killin' myself, I just spread the death among all of y'all Suicide boy, bitch, one for what? Ain't open up, bitch, built to fall Y'all keep pouncin', money tousin', level crouncin' I will plot the apocalypse with the blood on my lips Deadly, heavy, golfin' Dancin' on y'all's fuckin' graves Lights my wrist and fuckin' wavin' Gold up, slickers broke out the gate Fuckin' debate Bitch, I'm roastin' in the flames Pull up and I kill everyone that you wait They commit suicide by takin' one to the face Every time I walk around, smell the tree on my clothes Lean in my hand, coke in my nose Eat a motherfucker's face if I ain't got shit to eat Half the time I'm lookin' homeless, bitch, I live in the streets Put these bitches face down when I culminate sheets Ain't got no motherfuckin' bands, put that gold on my teeth Bury the bodies in the ground by my next door neighbor AK-47 tucked under my table Livin' with my pops just so I can watch K-Bro My whole clique of savage squads like my first name was Fredo