Dirty Flesh - Token

I do what I wish

My mom think I be losing my grip

When it come to the bars, I’m a retard

Ain’t nobody get stupid as this

First grade I wasn’t using my whits

Using my finger and using my fist

Using my anger and using bad word

Thank God that my future is this

Now, I do what I want

Do what I do, what you do is just watch

Holding up all the fans, holding up all the hands, holding up all the pants

Louis Vuitton

Everyone know that I got the bomb bomb

And I got a razor and you got a pom-pom

And I gotta say word if you got a problem

'Cause I got a banger, you can hear the pop pop pop

Woah

Wait a minute, keep a distance, I be shy

Met an angel, then I kissed it, then I kissed it goodbye

Pay attention, pay a visit, I won’t pay your ass a dime

I might let you live forever through a rhyme, rhyme, rhyme, rhyme

Woah

Unopposed, I don’t posed, I’m just it

I don’t fold (spits) only gold in my spit

And she all up on my shit like she really, really know it

Smart girls give the best head to the best poet

Ain’t no women hate me they get used to me

Shit, even when I do insult 'em, I do it so beautifully

Shit, I might kill the expectation, I might sing the eulogy

Shit, you might end up walking home for thinking that you’re cool with me

Shit, ride with me

Forget about everybody and cry with me

Let’s jump in the fire and you can die with me

Pretend like it is forever and lie with me

Yeah, lie with me

Yea, sleep with me

Yeah, wake up in the morning with a secret me

Yeah, everything I do, I do it secretly

Yeah, every single night I lose a piece of me

A piece of me, no peace in me

I rip your fucking head off, do it peacefully

The sky is falling, I’ma put it back together evenly

And never get a thank you

What is love when she only hug me to restrain me and only kiss me to shut me up?

I got blood that isn’t fam

I got fam that isn’t blood

I got shit to help me sleep, convince 'em it isn’t drugs

I got the girl of my dream convincing me she isn’t drunk

With an invisible cup, I promise I didn’t see it

Ya ya ya

Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh

Ya ya ya

Dirty flesh

Ya ya ya

All I see, cons of a conscience

Ya ya ya

All I see, perks of a Percocet

Ya ya ya

Ya ya ya

Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh

Ya ya ya

Dirty flesh

Ya ya ya

All I see, cons of a conscience

Ya ya ya

All I see, perks of a Percocet

Ya ya ya

Ya ya ya

Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh

Ya ya ya

Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty flesh

I am only here to make a child say a curse in bed

(Fuck, fuck)

I am only here to make a virgin wet

Ya ya ya

Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh

Ya ya ya

Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty flesh

Every single morning I’m a year closer to death

Every single time I fucked a bitch I had birthday sex

Yea, and you can be here with me

I’ve been on the job, been to a lot of city

I’ve been through the odds, they been all against me

Used to listen to mom, now I listen to 50

Teach you how to rob, just an itty-bitty

If they steal my innocence, I’ll be stealing it back

And all of the guilt they left me with, I’ll be giving them that

It’s either mission complete or permission to bla!

bla!

bla!

Ya ya ya

See Benji boy so explosive

I threw a chair at the wall and now the walls have opened

Ya ya ya

Took my momma’s lighter, threw it in the ocean

Now that cigarette is dry as my voice if she ask where the fuck I’m going

Ya ya ya

I don’t know

Ya ya ya

Ay I’ll go with the maniac

It’ll take my soul and I may adapt

And I’ll make the gold, and I’ll make the cash

And I’ll hang the rope and I may attach

And I’ll lay alone till I fade to black

With a case of blow and a case of ash

Ya ya ya

Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh

Ya ya ya

Dirty flesh

Ya ya ya

All I see, cons of a conscience

Ya ya ya

All I see, perks of a Percocet

Ya ya ya

Ya ya ya

Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh

Ya ya ya

Dirty flesh

Ya ya ya

All I see, cons of a conscience

Ya ya ya

All I see, perks of a Percocet

Ya ya ya

Ya ya ya

Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh

Ya ya ya

Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty flesh

Thought I did the dirt but I was done by the dirt instead

I delete my history like you do when you surf the web

Ya ya ya

Dirty mouth, dirty mind, dirty flesh

Ya ya ya

Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty flesh

Standing on the chair like the bulb ain’t working yet

Hanging myself with the new Gucci turtleneck

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

I stomp on the ground, the ground hit me with an uppercut

I spit at the clouds, got rained on in the winter

Struck by lightning in the sun

But I do what I wish and I get what I wish for