Brood War

In honor of Wocktober, please stand for the national anthem

I'm off dat lean, turn to a freak just like I'm Patrick Bateman

Sip codeine, we off the leash, and now we really banging

I get so geeked I'm up in space I feel like Carl Sagan

I been a fiend, nothing to me, I live my life so dangerous

I want that bitch, I want them toppings I'm not talking pizza

I want that bitch, if she ain't quick, then straight on to her sister

I'm on my shits, been getting lit, yeah I'm already famous

I'm really rich, yeah where it counts, the fuck you ever made bitch

I walk round with my strap