Every time you turn your back, suicidal—
Been with the shit, stash a hundred in the walls, all my—
And that's for sure, break your purse wide open, bitch
I'll let you go
For a limited time, act now and pay nine—
Glock, bitch, you ain't a thug
you ain't in gen-pop, red dot—
Follow the brick road down to hell
Death on my mind with a clip—
Yeah, yeah, I pull up and make it a scene
Yeah, yeah, I pull up and bust out a beam
I mean, thank you for callin' in and everything, but
It sounds to me like you gotta move on, buddy, you know?
You gotta stop bein' a fuckin'—
you just gotta let her go, man
you gotta stop bein' a little ****, you know?
But anyways, let's move on here at uh
**** FEST FM here on 92. 9
There's this new guy, he's comin' to town soon
we're givin' away two tickets with the raffle
Uh, call us over here, again
and uh, maybe you'll be able to see Fat Nick
Anyways, here's Fat Nick with "Virgo Summer"