"MSK1300" lyrics

I don't want a ton of cash
I want my dead body flying through the fucking dash
And all that bullshit
You're peddling to me is trash
So if it ain't gon go my way then you can kiss my ass
I don't like a lot of folks
I don't wanna talk, fight, fuck
Or even make jokes
But I do like the idea
Of shoving shit down your throat
You gon lose down the sights of this trijicon scope

Ice pick to his chest
RIP his following
Oxygen, leaking from his lungs
He won't talk again
Say you hard, bitch hold your tongue
And let's work on that softening
Keep an eye out for them feds
They pick bad times for dropping in
Politicians in my eyes
No particular reason
That I'm over all this shit
And I'm ready for treason
Y'all all fucking sound the same
Telling me to act decent
(I mean acting like I'ma actually fucking do that)

I don't want a ton of cash
I want my dead body flying through the fucking dash
And all that bullshit
You're peddling to me is trash
So if it ain't gon go my way then you can kiss my ass
I don't like a lot of folks
I don't wanna talk, fight, fuck
Or even make jokes
But I do like the idea
Of shoving shit down your throat
You gon lose down the sights of this trijicon scope