MF Oblivion - Pip Boy

I'm so fucking sick
Of all this stupid shit
Catch a Ruger to the lip
Metal jackets tearing through ya bitch
Runnin with the triple six
Written on my kicks
Crack ya fuckin jaw then
Keep your teeth for sentiment
Catch these fists
To your ribs
Make you pray to a god

That don't exist
I'm fucking pissed
Put you in the dirt
You won't be missed

Avoided all the subtle hints
Rebuttals spent
On all those stupid fuckin arguments

I'm Evil Clark Kent with a mac 10
Spraying lead and sending these phony motha fuckas to heaven
I'm not one you wanna reckon wit
My best suggestion is for you to jump the ship

You're just a fuckin bitch
Wasting time on little shit
Get the fuck off of my dick
You a simp
Blinded by a false sense of entitlement
Yet remain in a state of idleness
Time to end all of this
Time to check my fuckin pip and grab my stick
And hit a lick of acid from the grip
Blew a hole in the sky and watched an Angel fall and die
Because they missed a landing in which they could never stick
Isn't that some shit...

Think it's time to check my motha fuckin pip

I think it's time I check my pip-boy
Radar keeps sensing all of these decoys
Think it's time to deploy
And destroy
All the weak noise
Lost your soul and gave it away as a free toy
Imma drop a bomb
And turn the streets into a void

I think it's time I check my pip-boy
Radar keeps sensing all of these decoys
Time to deploy
And destroy
All the weak noise
Lost your soul and gave it away as a free toy

Imma drop a bomb
And turn the streets into a void

Written by:
Reece Bledsoe

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