DTLA by BOSTN

I be the neck slit king no one ahead of me
And when I say a head its not attached you aint no friend to me
It's blunt fucking trauma blacked out all them memories
Now you're in my scope it’s cross hairs public enemy
Dead beat, dead meat, hands ain't friendly, especially
On Tuesdays, See You Next one its blue feet, in plastic
Crimes erratic I spill blood I’m guilty, dogs barking on 6th street
Its filthy
Go back to sucking on your mothers chest you should be, kid
I love my sins I never said father forgive me bitch
Morgue scented candle in my
Caddy daddy getting top from Patty Mayonnaise
Getting to the money like Scorsesse got De Niro
Im rubbing on a clitoris and aging fine like barrels
So farewell,
All the days when I was broke in peril
So you can lick my nuts and taste the PH from her tail bone
Punk
Never even smoke
Didn’t need to think
Bout the consequences
Of my message
Cos I’m at the brink
And I been
Soul skating
Blood stains in the sink bitch

• Electronic
• bass
• hardcore
• rap
• trap
• Los Angeles