Dirty Boy - Reel Wolf, Seen B

You are being medi man you just a gay man

I separate you from the light like some Ray Bans

I pack a blade man cause on that stage Sam

They lock me up cause I’m a killer like my man Cam

This ain’t no Bandcamp I leave you camp damp

Blood soaked bandanas til I get hand cramps

I’m in the bag trans holding my cock stands

I murder you then I do the murder man dance

Like Ronnie Van Zant I’m going out on top

I’m going out while I bust at a fucking cop

Cause I don’t fucking stop there’s no surrender

I’m a label who you send return to sender

Tell your mentor clear out a tomb caus you gonna need room for your whole crew

soon

In they body bags with thy body tags that recess whole crew with some snotty

fags

And it’s automatic dude when I body bags I’m gonna shoot for the middle like

some hottie’s legs

You just a naughty boy I’m like a Gotti boy

You should know that I body a party boy with a shottie toy or a Desert E

Put them both together what you get is a recipe for disaster

Cause when I blast ya I splatter you out like some two year old’s pastor

A dirty boy with your dirty toy don’t you know that your girl’s getting flirty

boy

Man that’s a plan fool she ain’t gon' leave with you while I’m bout to leave

with your cash weed and jewels

A dirty boy with your dirty toy can’t you see that your girl’s getting flirty

boy

Man that’s a plan fool she ain’t gon' leave with you while I’m bout to leave

with your cash weed and your tool

They call me Killer Sean and I’m from Bill-A-Con cause I’ve been to jail and

I’m still trying to do what’s wrong

But to you it’s wrong and to me it’s right so for a fee I’m gon kill on these

streets tonight

It may be your house it may be your car it may be your spouse cause I don’t

know where the fuck you are

And then I duck the law cause I’m fucking raw

Even if I’m stuck I’m in luck cause I got the saw

And there’ll be nobody for me to catch a case even if you check in the rivers

or the fucking lakes

Man for heavens sake I’m bout to levitate cause my magic’s black like Houdini

you a David Blaine

I’m no longer sane I’m just on a rage

Dressed in orange like a pumpkin in a fucking cage

I’m bout to show my rage cause they don’t know my age

If they ask me one more time I’m about to show my blade

I got a baby face straight for the ladies' sake

I keep a condom on the dick where the babies mate

Cuz if the semen tick that when’s the demons break

Muthafuck the dream and Imma scheme my way to Heaven’s Gate