[Intro]
If I wanna kill myself I will. It’s not hard to die, I could do it like right now. But like number two-
Jesus Christ

[Hook]
Balls swangin, pimpin' playa out the do', bodies crush
Balls swangin, pimpin' playa out the do', bodies crush
Balls swangin, pimpin playa, balls swangin, pimpin playa
Pimpin' playa out the do', bodies crush, bodies crush
Balls swangin, pimpin' playa out the do', bodies crush
Balls swangin, pimpin' playa out the do', bodies crush
Balls swangin, pimpin playa, balls swangin, pimpin playa
Pimpin' playa out the do', bodies crush, bodies crush

[Verse 1: Jozie Haze]
All these muthfuckas need to fuck off
Before I lose my filter, grab the pistol then I go and brush the dust off
Of my psycho pass-strap
Aim it and brap-brap till there's nothing left of me
Call it mindtrip when these friends of mine dip and nobody yellin, "Rest in peace"
Thеse-these fantasiеs I have in my mind never dissipate
I can't be convinced I got a illness, it's as if it's fate
If that's the case, it's impossible to change well, then I guess I might as well embrace it, uh
If I don't like this, I don't gotta fight shit, cock back, aim it, and erase it uh
That-that-that go for anyone betta think twice if you lookin for me
I ain't got nothin to lose homie make a wrong move, I swear you get butchered for free
Suicide booth shit, I could leave a muthafucka toothless
Jozie haze, she is so ruthless
Homie, the truth is all I can do is just snap like a toothpick
Fuckin with me, then you probably stupid, uh, cupid, uh
How imma aim with my strap
Bitch call me Nokris, if I see you flossin' then I pull the trigger you know issa wrap, huh
You cannot tell me what to do, if the police come through, then I dip in the back
They be like who are you, lemme get through to you, trippin on me then yall gettin attacked
[Verse 2: Undead Ronin]
Bring that phonky shit that makes you wanna blow yo brains out
Living with the reaper on my shoulder
Holding boulders no more stoner shit
Sober like the joker
Four-leaf clover shit
Make another hit
Climb up the ladder than I’m closer bitch
I’m riding on my wave
You best not touch me or you’ll hang
Imma put a bullet in the 6 round chamber
Put it to my head
Pull the fucking trigger hear the click
But it just ain’t my time
Sick of all the motherfuckin games
These goddamn bustas play
You cannot rhyme
Prime imma climb
Ain’t no mime
Bitch I am doing fine
Sun is out to shine
Don’t take my spotlight or I’ll kill the swine
Fucking round with me
I’m liable to remake Columbine
Cut you on the face
With the blade
Ending yo bloodline
Sick of all these goddamn hoes
I’m boutta take the time
To kill them all and bury em down
And show that I am divine
You don’t wanna bow down to me
I am boutta take yo life
Undead Ronin turn the ocean red
And leave the bodies burnin’
[Hook]
Balls swangin, pimpin' playa out the do', bodies crush
Balls swangin, pimpin' playa out the do', bodies crush
Balls swangin, pimpin playa, balls swangin, pimpin playa
Pimpin' playa out the do', bodies crush, bodies crush
Balls swangin, pimpin' playa out the do', bodies crush
Balls swangin, pimpin' playa out the do', bodies crush
Balls swangin, pimpin playa, balls swangin, pimpin playa
Pimpin' playa out the do', bodies crush, bodies crush