"DENNIS TYPE BEAT" lyrics
If you shut the fuck up, then nobody knows a motherfuckin' thing
I was born alone, and bitch, that's how I'll die, it's all the same
When it comes to feeling nothing, I would rather feel some pain
I'm not paying for no therapy, I guess I'll never change
Bet them boomers kinda scared of me when I get on the plane
Yeah, my bride's a living corpse, just go ask her for her name
Bojangles and some baggy jeans, I'm 'bout to start a gang
I pull out that Lily Phillips, boy, this bitch about to bang
Right now I'm tied up, run-ins with the BTK killer, I just slide up
I don't share no E.T.A. with ya', fuckin' lives up
Cursed image when I take pictures, bitch I rise up
Tried to do the easy way with ya'
Baby, hit me, I'm so Christina Ricci
Prescribe me medication, 'cause my situation sticky
Mac Fraser, bitch I'm tricky, I'm totin' that doo-hickey
Tetsud on the motorcycle, tryna hit 250
God damn, I love payback, not just gonna take that
Anthrax, first come the bills, bitch, I'm bootstrap
Hazmat, biohazard blunt, gotta face that
Big worm, bitch, I'm bringing 1988 back
Mailing you a tongue, you know who it's from (Ay, ay)
Dropping off a lung, send me back a thumb (Ay, ay)
Blown to kingdom come, you just had to run (Ay, ay)
Staring at the sun, I'm the devil's son (Ay, ay)
Boy it's not Chase when they sacrifice a goat
I get back at 'em, like a fuckin' isotope
Give up off rip, y'all don't have the slightest hope
If my bitch leave, hit rock bottom try some dope
My neck, sliced up by propellers on a boat
Underground shit, poke my head up out my hole
Need a new whip, just to wrap around a pole
Used to make do, lit my cigs up with the stove
(I can't be your hero, nah)
(I can't be your hero, nah)
I was born alone, and bitch, that's how I'll die, it's all the same
When it comes to feeling nothing, I would rather feel some pain
I'm not paying for no therapy, I guess I'll never change
Bet them boomers kinda scared of me when I get on the plane
Yeah, my bride's a living corpse, just go ask her for her name
Bojangles and some baggy jeans, I'm 'bout to start a gang
I pull out that Lily Phillips, boy, this bitch about to bang
Right now I'm tied up, run-ins with the BTK killer, I just slide up
I don't share no E.T.A. with ya', fuckin' lives up
Cursed image when I take pictures, bitch I rise up
Tried to do the easy way with ya'
Baby, hit me, I'm so Christina Ricci
Prescribe me medication, 'cause my situation sticky
Mac Fraser, bitch I'm tricky, I'm totin' that doo-hickey
Tetsud on the motorcycle, tryna hit 250
God damn, I love payback, not just gonna take that
Anthrax, first come the bills, bitch, I'm bootstrap
Hazmat, biohazard blunt, gotta face that
Big worm, bitch, I'm bringing 1988 back
Mailing you a tongue, you know who it's from (Ay, ay)
Dropping off a lung, send me back a thumb (Ay, ay)
Blown to kingdom come, you just had to run (Ay, ay)
Staring at the sun, I'm the devil's son (Ay, ay)
Boy it's not Chase when they sacrifice a goat
I get back at 'em, like a fuckin' isotope
Give up off rip, y'all don't have the slightest hope
If my bitch leave, hit rock bottom try some dope
My neck, sliced up by propellers on a boat
Underground shit, poke my head up out my hole
Need a new whip, just to wrap around a pole
Used to make do, lit my cigs up with the stove
(I can't be your hero, nah)
(I can't be your hero, nah)
