perfect world

money in the bank. money in the bank. i woke up president weatherman keep the weapon in

the same spot that got honey spillin her estrogen

lookin' to molest me in the back of the lac

i got a million plus downloads

fuck a plaque!

another thing i have is a little fascination

for girls that use my music to make relations

take

ummm

for instance so persistent

had me doin' shit to her so unchristian

into pissin' and strangulation masons

keep callin' me about my applications

cause i dropped it off then thought knock it off

you could start your own club to plot and stalk

perforated thinking i see shit spastic

penned under a microscope into a book of acid

transform the high to a narcotic logic

flying with maggots in the cock pit

money in the bank

it's a perfect world

new car shotgun it's the perfect girl

eat your pills up try to work this world

and have no malfunctions to hurt this girl

may or may not really deserve this world

to reveal that you really got a worthless girl. don't be nervous

girl!

don't be nervous

girl!

there's a thin line between love and a fuck

and how drunk she got to be to put it in her butt

struts in her seven jeans i follow deception

to the suicide diner to feed my depression

i need a girl to make me crash my benz up

a whistler with a blade that'll cut all my ends up

i'll pop in every direction to catch a court case

east bay

west nile

south park to north face

my aunts smokin' i got her crack

i had a kid to feed then i wrote agent orange" on a whopper wrap