$UICIDEBOY$ - Realism VS Idealism Lyrics

Yeah they call me yung mutt
In the cut smelling like some indica
All these hoes keep splitting cuffs
Spilling guts
No ands, ifs, or buts
If her butt was any fatter i'd be f*cked and quickly bust
Splatter kids all on her mug like she's allergic to my nut
Give her antihistamines
Pistol green like it's a buck
Trigger squeezing like i'm fiending for a reason to give up
Bend your knees
Begging please like i could really give a f*ck
Uzi tucked against my spleen
I'll make you bleed until you rust
For the static, i'm an addict
Back at it like a chiropractic crack habit
If i want it ima have it
Knock you off this f*cking planet
Send your corpse up to the stars replace em all with f*cking maggots
Pants saggin'
Red flaggin'
Ima get the bag whether it's paper or it's plastic
All these f*ckboys i be slappin'
Aint got time for all your cappin'
Ima conjure up my demons
Whisper all their names in latin

Yung wetto
It's yung north, mane
Whipping in a ford thang
Gripping on the hammer
Indiana
Slicky fort wayne
Pot filled with white dust
House color white nut
Looking for the chewing
Patrick ewing out a white slut
Cup dirty
Glock 30
Murk a motherf*cker quick
Eastern bloc
Sticker shock
Custom how i rock a benz
5% on the tint looking like the babadook
F*ck a fight i'd rather shoot
My youngin' hollering hootie hoo
I yell amen
Hollow tips rain in
59 guerilla
I'm too real for them to cage in
Southern cajun
Suckers bite the pavement
Told that hoe to hit my agent talking bout engagements
F*ck a blame shift
I'm that motherf*cker, boy
Creeping thru the night
Turbos breathing like they paranoid
Billy bob a halle berry
Wetto makaveli
Northside
Burn em all at the stake while singing bloody mary