Monday Gunday

Mmm, you only care about America because someone told you to, don't you Squidward?

Piss
Zip
3, 2
Who that boy with the shit eating grin on his face?
In the back of the class drawing shit
Screw that toy in his hand dropped off momma van
Johnathan always love to talk shit
Lil Darkie throw a fit
I don't fit
With the kids, I'ma split
Every brain in this bitch
That I can

It's a disease
Someone please help me off of my knees
But you can't
But you won't
But you can't

Fuck all you then
I don't care anymore
I'm a bear, you a deer
Got your pores leaking fear
Kill the whores, shedding tears
It's all fake
Where were they when a lake
Of my blood on the floor
Let it pour I adore

What you've done by yourself
Gun in my backpack
Done with your health
I let my pistol rack back
(Bap!)

Parents scared, got the parents scared
Sharing articles on what their kid should wear
Not how I got here
How I do not care

Sharon's hair in a clot of the thoughts
Told the bitch bully me popping shots
Better watch your back

I am karma, I can harm ya
I'm a farmer for ya souls
The alarm has gotten pulled
I'll be on my way
On my way
In my grave, sieze the day

Run my fade
Run my fade
Run my fade
Run my fade
Debts been paid
Debts been paid
Debts been paid

I can leave
I can leave
Fuck this world
Throw my shade

Watch me hurl
At my brain
Every name
That you gave

I'm in pain
I'm in pain
Give me fame
Say my name
Make no change
Sunday, gone pray
Monday, run away

Gunday
Gunplay
Gun me
Done aye