[Shhadow] I could sell my soul to satan, if he really wants it. But i doubt he wants to deal with someone who will fucking toss him. A man who has no conscience, and barely conscious. Talking smack, and stompin crackheads to start a moshpit. Burn that ouija board to make sure the dead ain't walking. Draw your line I'll fucking cross it. Like Christians and islamic bombings. Be cautious, cause I'll fucking drop em. Aint no way to stop em, even if im in a coffin. While you bastards choking, taking shots now your throat is burning I wonder why? (Its where the glock is) Take my time like stealing clocks bitch. I'll break your wrist just fucking watch it. [Chorus] Is it the alcohol talking? Or am i just fucked up? Dropped too many times. Or maybe not enough, huh. Is it the alcohol talking? Or am i just fucked up? Dropped too many times. Or maybe not enough, huh. Fuck that ouija board, i aint bringing it back. I'm sober now, but I'll still call you a [beep] I'll snap you in half. I Forgot, Aye G im not a G, take you to OT, before i smoke on that pack. Tie you to RuPaul, and lay down on the track. Hop in a whip, full speed on the drag. Shadows foot never left the gas. Im still coming, fucking this whole game, while you adam 22s watch. You guys allowed this shit, so when bitches become hoes why the fuck are you dudes shocked? I cant fully blame the women, cause most of you dudes are pussy, they want the kind of man they see up in the movies, walking over you while they can be a hoochie, set some ground rules, or call another booty [Chorus] Is it the alcohol talking? Or am i just fucked up? Dropped too many times. Or maybe not enough, huh. Is it the alcohol talking? Or am i just fucked up? Dropped too many times. Or maybe not enough, huh. Is it the alcohol talking? (Or am i just fucked up?) (Dropped too many times) [Dank] I kinda left, not really, but I'm right back at it, we ace-n' the kings, throwin' big deck energy like we Gambit, nothin' but Love for the reckless, I coast while them bitches hecklin', my shits hits quick when I get to confessin', when my puns runs out, I just replenish it (HEAR ME) (Big damage) (Fight) Fight for ya life while I scrimmage, brain rot, deep roots, thas why you all got no leverage, my words been thirsty as fuck and you all lookin' like my next beverage Two-faced, disgraced, they say anything fake to save face, Suno maids that bake cakes and serve hate, get bent cause you dumb fucks can't seem to think straight (AAAAHHHHH!) I SPEAK WEE-JEE, BET THEY DON'T HEAR ME, I'LL YELL ALL THESE SHITTY THINGS THAT RING TRUE, I ALREADY KNEW YOU TWINKS WOULD BE PISSY You act like you can't bear it, but we all know that you miss me [Chorus] Is it the alcohol talking? Or am i just fucked up? Dropped too many times. Or maybe not enough, huh. Is it the alcohol talking? Or am i just fucked up? Dropped too many times. Or maybe not enough, huh.
