cornfield butcher E

Long drop from the hot spot, gotta buck. Hot shot carving out the luck with a funk Shot. Chasing top of my head like mugs, Crashing cars off of bars, feeling charged off a Charged spark. Yeah, moving with that bitch, yeah, she fucked up My shit, yeah. Riding in the whips that is Dipped in this hair, yeah. Can I get in, yeah? Might make the day, yeah. Shook up my shit, yeah. Took off the day, yeah. Locked in the way, yeah. What's it you say, yeah? Do I get different? Do I need evidence? Do I want some of it? Do I wanna hide in it? Who raised for bitterness? Oh, I'm greatness is when she said all my Things. Just wanna be my friend, don't care about Other bitches. Enjoy your sadness when burning out, Bitch, hope it's turned around in misses. There ain't nothing miss. Long drop from the hot spot, gotta buck. Hot shot carving out the luck with a funk Shot. Chasing top of my head like mugs, Crashing cars off of bars, feeling charged off a Charged spark.