GENERIC by Kyd Purch Lyrics
(Kyd Purch) Verse 1:
He got the shotty
Well I got the six
Hit him from far and I hope I don't miss
I'll go ballistic, Look twice you might miss it
I don't abide because bitch I'm a misfit
All of these nangs and they might become habits
She be like heroin I needa have it
She still in hospital in a straitjacket
Kick like a bucket and smoke that organic
(Kyd Purch) Refrain:
How do i start?
Like a schizophrenic nightmare my heart stops
I been all alone but I've been on-top
I've been at ease since my last dropped
Tryna grind up to the tippy top
Probably gotta switch and just concoct
My shits getting generic it won't stop
I don't wanna care for them taking shots
(And I'm like)
(Chainsawgroupies) Verse 1:
Purchy, what you sayin'?
Pass it to me
What you taking? (Huh)
I'm so dummy
Give you brain, (Gross)
I get money
Strip, make it rain
We here getting fame
Wipe away the tears with chains
All I feel is pain, (Ouch)
Schizophrenic cause
I just be seeing fakes, (Seeing fakes)
Kiss his neck
I get texts, (Aye)
Never answer, (Aye)
Purchy, want some fucking blow?
I need answers, (Please)
Let's go skiing
You like how I sound
I'm a little demon, (Awe)
Take your man
Make him 6 feet
In the ground
Ruin him
Give me something now
I want Vicodin
Fuck your friends, (Fuck em)
I don't like them
I won't hold your hand
You feel down
Stand the fuck up, (Stand the fuck up)
You're a clown
Now you're choked up
I don't give two fucks, (Yuh)
You think you're so punked up
“Wow i'm so different”
I don't care, (Oof)
Please, just, shut the fuck up
He got the shotty
Well I got the six
Hit him from far and I hope I don't miss
I'll go ballistic, Look twice you might miss it
I don't abide because bitch I'm a misfit
All of these nangs and they might become habits
She be like heroin I needa have it
She still in hospital in a straitjacket
Kick like a bucket and smoke that organic
(Kyd Purch) Refrain:
How do i start?
Like a schizophrenic nightmare my heart stops
I been all alone but I've been on-top
I've been at ease since my last dropped
Tryna grind up to the tippy top
Probably gotta switch and just concoct
My shits getting generic it won't stop
I don't wanna care for them taking shots
(And I'm like)
(Chainsawgroupies) Verse 1:
Purchy, what you sayin'?
Pass it to me
What you taking? (Huh)
I'm so dummy
Give you brain, (Gross)
I get money
Strip, make it rain
We here getting fame
Wipe away the tears with chains
All I feel is pain, (Ouch)
Schizophrenic cause
I just be seeing fakes, (Seeing fakes)
Kiss his neck
I get texts, (Aye)
Never answer, (Aye)
Purchy, want some fucking blow?
I need answers, (Please)
Let's go skiing
You like how I sound
I'm a little demon, (Awe)
Take your man
Make him 6 feet
In the ground
Ruin him
Give me something now
I want Vicodin
Fuck your friends, (Fuck em)
I don't like them
I won't hold your hand
You feel down
Stand the fuck up, (Stand the fuck up)
You're a clown
Now you're choked up
I don't give two fucks, (Yuh)
You think you're so punked up
“Wow i'm so different”
I don't care, (Oof)
Please, just, shut the fuck up