Oblivion

[Verse 1]

White b*tches, white girls, white drugs

Black girls don't do it but my type does

F*ck it in my white van, beat her with a nice white nightstand

Until I give her gashes where it's nothin' but the white meat

E-T-I-H, W's, double D's on her knees

White gargle yellow f*ckin' bumblebees

Use whitey's as my dinner course for intercourse

So much f*ckin' white make Darth Vader have a dimmer force

But of course, I'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Black Friday, f*ck a n*gga Friday, umm

Wolf Gang make a white pregnant b*tch wan' abort

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

Odd Future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang

With a white box logo with a couple stains

From the black and white cream pie make it light grey



[Verse 2]

Oh wow, Oblivion stump

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

What the f*ck, Gee Willikers and no I'm not drunk

I could have sworn that Budweiser can read fruit punch

Let you sip casually when you tryna lose calories

I'm not a murderer, this occurrence that is happenin'

Cause sporadically damagin' my reputation

See I'm a good guy but when I see dead casualties

My penis gets erected and my nipples are such aroused

And the blouses of these b*tches always end up in my house

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

I've ejaculated enough semen to sink a boat what, umm

Riley's body is entirely covered and tied up

From my desire now look at the f*ckin' irony

I killed my manager with an iron

All because the b*tch finally decided to fire me

Back at Travy's house even though that faggot admires me

All because I heard that he was talkin' to Danielle

So now that I finally made that fags hand handheld

He can finally help me masturbate and read fanmail

First letter says motherf*cker you're dead

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

And Just in Time your head is mine

You crossed the f*ckin' line like a dirty Mexicans

Second letter read hey son it's me

F*ck you, I'm a subject without my permission

Third letter quote hey Ace I'm addicted to coke

Wanna ask how I been so?

I make songs about sh*t for attention

Put them out randomly hopin' that I get some

I got problems in my head that I want gone

But I don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Cause I got demons that I cannot let out, umm

Hopefully the next album can help me out

Cause I'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

So, I just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

But nobody gives a f*ck, f*ck it, signed anonymous