This Is the Final Straw
This is where I define the great line 'cause i'm almost out of time
Putting together these nursery rhymes is almost like a federal crime
Okay
Virtues and sins
Fucking my girl who looks like Harley Quinn
Writing these bars with this beautiful ink pen
Break your shin
Punch your chin
In the form of lyrics
You would think I summon spirits when you fucking hear it
Yeah, uhh
Texas boys, we are the ones who creating the white noise, who chill in the void
Deploy the toy solders who are on the fucking roid's
You are just a buster
I can tell when you stutter
Kill you with my buster gun
Kill y'all when y'all cluster
Cause
This is where I define the great line 'cause i'm almost out of time
Putting together these nursery rhymes is almost like a federal crime
Because i'm not wasting anymore time on anyone of you motherfuckers who aren't on their grind
Re-define the standard line so you motherfucking fiends can at least get a little bummy line
Yeah
Motherfuckers you can find me on the battlefield, just slaying
I'm just saying
Yeah
What really grinds my gears of war is you pussy boys hiding around fucking corner
Just like your music career, always trying to take the fucking corner
I'll sacrifice you to rising morning star, so far, yet so close
While gradually driving towards it with my fast broken down car
In a blaze, to faze the haze in my mind's middle maze
Autor(es): Lil High Lil Low
