12:34 Lyrics

Uhh, return to form

Thought I'd die motherfucker had to weather the storm

All you lame ass bitches

All ya whinin and cryin that's how you get stitches

I'll sleep when I'm six in the ground

Till then I gotta track a new sound

For the ladies

Just know I gotta fuck every single bad bitch around

If I hit it bye Felicia

Nice to see ya, nah I'm playin

If you know me, I'ma see ya when I see ya

Don't act like you know me

All my haters, you can blow me

Will all who wish to die please raise their hand

Because you're a vicious self-centered man

Who's incapable of a decent clean emotion

Die die die

Nah not dead yet

Had a few close calls

Got a new whip

Fuck yo momma so hard she need a new hip

I'll take the kids out myself on a school trip, uhh

Yeah you think I'm psycho

Let's go on sight hoe

Maybe I should be prayin

For all the crazy words I'm goin super sayan uhh

This ain't shit we can sort

So I gotta take your ass to court

Let the judge decide

If you're sayin what you're sayin

Or just homicide

And I'm comin alive

All ya silly ass haters stay in on the side

This is my moment

And I own it

And I own it

12:34 yeah I got the feds knockin at my door

Noise complaints guess I gotta get more

All these visits got me thinkin it's a chore

You can lock me away

But bitch I am here to stay

I didn't here come to play

Just listen to the words and you'd hear what I'd say uhh

This is my moment

This is my moment

This is my moment

And I own it

And I own it

Uh huh

Uh huh

Uh huh

Die die