Obelus - Arsenal

This life is all I've got and that ain't much to fuckin' lose
Bottom-barrel white trash with a fuckin attitude
I got that Stephen Paddock arsenal it's possible I'm plotting to
Literally kill my next performance
Please book me at your festival
I give a fuck not if you're tired of hearing my voice
Motherfucker, you can suck a cock
Your two cents ain't worth the coin
Someone tell these retards to stop
You're getting pity applause from your boys
Bitch you're just runnin up the clock
And I'm trying to get those three points
Somebody tell these motherfuckers duck for cover
'For their mothers gotta go shoppin for an all black dress
'Cause I'll show up to the funeral and comfort her and your little brother
Steady strokin' her hair while she cries on my chest
Let her take me to your house and show me your family photos
While slippin a couple little kisses on her neck
And when she takes me to your room
We'll be fuckin' on your bed and my illegitimate kids'll meet the same fate as you on your pillow
DEAD
After it seeps out her when I came inside her
Now she's thinkin' I really like her
Quick reminder of how much cheaper abortions are than diapers
I make that shit for people to die to
You're sellin your mom's pain pills to buy views
Fuck all that peace and positivity shit
I'll never sell out like that scrimizzi bitch
So if you think this a game, boy
Grab your cartridge and come play, boy
They claimin' they shoot but hide their face in the booth
And play it safe, boy
Out here goonin' all day, boy
You stay on my dick like you gay, boy
I don't judge but you can't sport fake nails
And expect me to be phased, boy
If I go down I am taking everyone with me
Let's stop pretending like we have lives that are even worth living
I'mma stick my dick right in the earth and I am not tryna fuck it gently
I'm coming straight to hell riding shotgun in a fucking Bentley
I'm an atheist at heart, but I romanticize my death
'Cause if there really is a hell, whenever I get there soon
The first fuckin' thing that I'mma do after I meet the devil himself
Is fuck the shit out of August Ames sitting in an iron chair
So you can get snuffed - I don't give a fuck
I'm feelin alive - I'm burning inside
See the reflection of flames - consuming my eyes?
I treat my piece like a camera
I'm aimin' at ya - now is not the time to be shy
Why don't you smile pretty for me like it's the last fuckin' picture you'll ever take of your life?

Written by:
Tyler Horton

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