The Devil Wrote These Lyrics (prod.guccithief)

Agh, agh, haha, ayy
b!tch, Im Nascar, who are you?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy
Call me a shrink, her ***** so pink, it reminds me of Sakura tree (Tree)
My heart so breezy, make green like its kiwi, but my demons talkin to me (Ayy)
He wanna be me but f*cker, that aint too easy
I cut him up like lychee and, b!tch, Im blowin on seaweed
I told her to slump on my bed, she felt the lump on my leg
These boys aint heard of me yet but now Im cuttin they necks
Like ********, after her, I shoot at your family, what a ********
Smashin her like Gallagher
Never runnin out of ammo, b!tch I got scavenger
Pistol whip, bust yo lip
Dont need me a strap, my blade is Excalibur
Designer metal, you get the gist
Sometimes the devil need therapist
So, call the therapist, I think I need one
Call the therapist, I think I need one
Call the therapist, I think I need one
Call the therapist, I think I need one
I dont want to kill them yet, in Hell we dont have Internet
LSD, my brain so free, please brand me with your cigarettes
Ayy, sneak in the bushes, I hope you overlookin
All these officers crooked, I make em swallow my urine (Oh, right?)
Anarchy on me, its tatted on my neck, whore (b!tch)
Depression all in me, I feel like f*ckin Eeyore ( b!tch)
And I dont got no paper, Im finna f*ck an e-whore (b!tch)
I walk in the bank with tape on my chest, its C4 (Okay)
She archin her back, my **** makin her look like Igor (Okay)
***** wanna hate, Im shootin him in a skiboard
b!tch, I rock my Metallica, shoot just like Galaga
Neck on Canada, high on salvia
Nascar the devil, Im practicin Black Magic-uh
Barrel in my mouth, Im eatin the .50 caliber
(Ayy)