Pillin' Spree - Boondox

Just bump barels of bath salt

Off a black top Georgia asphalt

Forget about having a rash thought

I’m laughin' my motherfucking ass off

No fear lunatic sick prick

Kill pussy with a Glock and a thick dick

Gas on the bodies, I flick bics

With a little bit of grease so the shit stick

A python, I’m in your Rangerover

Throw little pieces of your brain all over

The street

Then I hit em with a flamethrower

No sign left of me, that’s game over

A ketamine fiend with a slight habit

A mescaline dream, such a white rabbit

Forever catch up, then I might grab it

I might never kick it but I just might stab it

I pop something, zone out x3

Wanna feel something I don’t know

I pop something, zone out x3

One line hit em with an A-square

Out the window of a drop off daycare

Out my mind and I don’t play fair

Throw bombs like Bobby A Bear

A percoset bet on a flashback

Bitch roll with the rock, your stash whack

Like I’m down on a coma, I smash crack

Then delete you like a studio trash track

Don’t be near when I pop off

Grab nuts, run n duck, don’t give a stop call

All about that hard, I drop soft

A handful of beans, flip a cop off

Parachute a mouthful, cover all of them oxys

Followed by a thoughtful cover them rocksies

God bless me I make my Glock sneeze

Never no need for no autopsies

Codeine lean, Casanova

Red Seas part, passin' over

HK spray, smashin' over

Dozed off nine, crashed the cobra

Just killed two grams of cocaine

Fucked up and I’m feelin' bout no pain

Blood stains on my new shirt, no gain

Duct taped to a bottle of propane

Run up in a goverment location

Office of the court of probation

Empty set, heavy rotation

Three million felons, ovation

To come down, feelin' little bit hazy

And I might’ve just went a little bit crazy

But I never let the bullshit phase me

If I’m a pharmaceutical murderer

Thighs up face me