rigor mortis

Been too many bitches I don't know which one to trust

Oxy-ten on table I still take them if they're cut like

Said I'd do it one time spent four fucking months high

Been feeling unstable every voice sounds like a gunshot

Gun sounds out here when the sun's out

I met her in New York she asked me when can we run south

Mix matched my fit and my bitch bad

I fucked on his bitch just off my name and not a six pack

I'm not rocking rick no more it's overdone and stupid

Give her wood like sycamore she asked me can we shoot it

I'm not even into porn but we can make a movie

And lock her legs on rigor mortis I just keep it moving