"Carbohydrate" lyrics

You are now rocking with the deadest in the world

Do I hate ya? Do I hate ya?
Do I hate ya? Do I hate ya?
Do I hate ya? Do I hate ya?
Do I hate ya? Do I hate ya?

Came out of the womb and went straight to hell
Hatin' on BONES? Straight to jail
Chain on your neck and it fake as hell
Allergic to paper, you hate the mail
Talking 'bout dope, never made a sale
He tried to hold on but the reaper prevail
Murder she wrote, never speak on herself
If I gotta do it I'm makin' bail
If I see the limit, I take it there
Turn up to me, if I see him he dead
C4 make a bitch break it down
Bomb in my vest, the device in my hand
Hit the red button and watch it expand
Come to the farm and step on my land
You'd be the type that go blow your advance on a bitch that don't fuck with you fuckin' your mans

Hit the cut, twist it up
Highed up, ready to buck
Ready to throw my life away and send 'em to the higher ups
Hit the cut, twist it up
Highed up, ready to buck
Ready to throw my life away and send 'em to the higher ups

Hit the cut, twist it up
Homicide on my mind, baby
Ready to throw my life away
Pussy, remember who fuckin' said it
Hit the cut, twist it up
Homicide on my mind, baby
Ready to throw my life away
Pussy, remember who fuckin' said it

Do I hate ya? Do I hate ya?
Do I hate ya? Do I hate ya?
Do I hate ya? Do I hate ya?
Do I hate ya? Do I hate ya?

Straight outta 517