Lizzy Borden

[Verse 1] Red all in my eyes, blood all in my hands Something wrong with my mind, red paint in my can I run around with my clan, attitude like fuck that Bukkake Bwoy's, yeah bruh it's fuck swag Come and get a toe tag, sit around here and get real ill Fix something with your broke ass, I'm 98, plus two 2Pac, I'm on juice Cup full of them drugs nigga Salute my dumb crew Skate rats and them thug niggas B's up, 666 Three 5's and four clips With my green I'm John Deere I ride the beat like a forklift I go hard, I stay on my rock shit like Kanye Any beat that I make gets eaten like buffet's Cookouts, entrees What you gon' do with this young Bukk If beef is what they want I'm gumbo, potluck (potluck) It's no game, no E.A., no arcade Bukkweat is the name, I'm 'bout that like Wu-Tang [Hook x2] Lizzy Borden took an axe, gave her mother forty whacks When she saw what she had done, gave her father forty one [Verse 2] Shades all in my eyes, blood all on my Vans Something in my mind, say kill, amen I look like Satan, my clique off the meat rack Bukkake Bwoy's, yeah bruh and fuck swag My daddy say I'm zoned out so I'm zoned out and that's that nigga Iced my mouth out and throw a stack down on my tat' nigga Hoes love a young rap nigga, spit bars in that pussy Spray your clique up my nigga, clean cars with that Uzi I'm far out, I'm groovy I'm geeked up like the 60's Jesus has tattoos, the devil's wearing Dickies Mushrooms, I'm trippy, my daddy is a hippy Family up in Houston, rest in peace to Whitney Getting brain after brain, call that shit detention My money longer than my girlfriend extensions Bukkake Bwoy's, triple 6, hallelujah I die for my niggas, little Martin Luther [Hook]