FUCK EVERYONE by REMORSE666 Lyrics
[Verse 1: REMORSE666]
Bitch I am pissed okay
I've been in my bag for way too long now bitch I am back okay
I got a question for your bitch ass is your back okay
Bitch tracking out the whole damn squad like you bought a fucking map okay
223s they in your whore
When I fuck I don’t get bored
I go for hours upon hours
When I’m done, show her the door
I'm tired of fucking up
West York shit hole got expelled I need a follow up
I just rhymed up with up (fuck)
Get my name out of your mouth before I double up
Watch me slice your fucking jugular with a broken cup, bitch
100 round drum on the mother fucking drum gun
Stop your fucking brains out with my airforce ones
Take my sloppy seconds have fun kissing my cum
Hope you’re having fun 'cause i'm not done
Welcome to York City people tote guns
717 this shit ain’t for fun
Others have morals, but bitch I have none
I'm not the devil, little bitch i’m his son
Did I mention yet that you is a bitch
Kissing her mouth with my kids on her lips
You said she toxic and that she was a bitch
Now your together, you're labeled a simp
Fuck with my flow and i’ll leave you with stitches
I’m in my element now I got bitches
I don’t need love, I don’t need all the riches
I’m alone in my head, all these broken down bridges
Sometimes I feel like i’m dead okay
Lowkey got no friends okay
Wonder if I will die today
Sometimes hope I just fade away
Fade away
Fucking on yo bitch today
Pissed today
Sky’s are grey okay
Grey 59 please save the day
They on the way
Bitch I am pissed okay
I've been in my bag for way too long now bitch I am back okay
I got a question for your bitch ass is your back okay
Bitch tracking out the whole damn squad like you bought a fucking map okay
223s they in your whore
When I fuck I don’t get bored
I go for hours upon hours
When I’m done, show her the door
I'm tired of fucking up
West York shit hole got expelled I need a follow up
I just rhymed up with up (fuck)
Get my name out of your mouth before I double up
Watch me slice your fucking jugular with a broken cup, bitch
100 round drum on the mother fucking drum gun
Stop your fucking brains out with my airforce ones
Take my sloppy seconds have fun kissing my cum
Hope you’re having fun 'cause i'm not done
Welcome to York City people tote guns
717 this shit ain’t for fun
Others have morals, but bitch I have none
I'm not the devil, little bitch i’m his son
Did I mention yet that you is a bitch
Kissing her mouth with my kids on her lips
You said she toxic and that she was a bitch
Now your together, you're labeled a simp
Fuck with my flow and i’ll leave you with stitches
I’m in my element now I got bitches
I don’t need love, I don’t need all the riches
I’m alone in my head, all these broken down bridges
Sometimes I feel like i’m dead okay
Lowkey got no friends okay
Wonder if I will die today
Sometimes hope I just fade away
Fade away
Fucking on yo bitch today
Pissed today
Sky’s are grey okay
Grey 59 please save the day
They on the way