Eric D - Departed Lyrics

I feel dead, like really really dead
"Eric D Hoe"
Beating on my chest
Like Go-Rilla
Don't get scared
Ain't no thriller
Baby I'm the realest
Ain't no realer
Shootem in the ass
If we don't f*ck wit em
Diamonds in my neck
Babygirl
I call it picachu
F*cking on a model
Got a bottle
Full of penical
From the back
Mortal kombat
I will finish you
Aye
Got human skin
On my Tennis shoes
I f*cked that girl
And her mama
And sister
I made her jealous
By hanging with women
In a truck
Bentley
Big B on my ceiling
I must confess
I might murder my children
Yeah they unborn
But they still worth a million
In touch
With myself
Is one hell of a feeling
Put you in a coffin
And keep yo bitch living
Aye
I caught a fish
Without reeling

I can't fall in love
You are dismissed
Yeah yeah
Diamonds got the flu
I'm really sick
Pull up in that rari
Then we dip dip dip
I don't need a stylist
Cause I drip drip drip

I wipe my nose
Ya dig
I took ya hoe
Ya dig
Pull up and shoot
At ya wig
I put your rent
On my wrist
Lil mama wet
Like a fish
Wet like a boat
Ya dig
Wet like a O ocean
Swallow
Don't choke on the dick
You can't see me
Cause my windows tinted
Yeah yeah
Got some head last night
While I was in Memphis
Yeah yeah
Forget taking shots
I wanna sip sip sip
I don't need a stylist
Cause I drip drip drip

My stomach hurt
Mhm
Too many perks
For me