Gasoline Testo

Gasoline, what I say?

Fuck you and fuck her and fuck that, I'm japping
Taking a shit in the bed that you nap in
Release the Kraken, we gettin' it cracking
My lasers are z-z-z-z-z-z-z-zappin'
I don't need a napkin, that's wacker than Kaepernick
It just so happens I'm back on that rapper shit
Couldn't nobody imagine that happenin'
But I'm back again Happily hacking your body to bits
Don't no nobody know Godi for shit
Diggin' a grave and I'm hopping in it, this is it
Chillin' in Valhalla, holla back and I'ma praise in Satan
Like my name Barack Obama, on the planet with no mama
I'ma kill the drama, I don't lie your honor
I just fire on it when I find 'em finally
I feed 'em realizing don't nobody really need 'em
All I really need to see is, all I really need to keep is

With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline
With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline
With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline
With a can of gasoline, with a can of

Off my father-fucking rocker with it
If it's Godemis you know you gotta get it
If a body's rotting inside a Honda Civic
You ain't gotta laud it, know that Donnie did it
If I shot a critic, I would not admit it If I gotta get it outta Dodge I'ma do it (Dodge I'ma do it)
Prolly lost a lot of fluid (Prolly lost a lot of fluid)
Swear to god nobody knew it
What they got to do with everybody hating
All I need to make's a lot of Kevin Bacon
Got the superglue for every deal I'm breaking
With the super trooper headed there to break-in (Headed there to break in)
I have been forsaken (I have been forsaken)
Why ain't they relating (Why ain't they relating)
Father time is taking aim and I don't mind at all because I got a

With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline
With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline
With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline
With a can of gasoline

Third verse, last song

Two into it to be superhuman
Heating up the kitchen, every room is humid
If it was up to Cupid
I'd be sticking stupid motherfuckers in the temple
Who could prove it
Could it be therapeutic, I'ma wear the music
Don't mean nothing to ya but it don't fucking matter
I could make the cut and bloody up the lather
Fishes barely up, I run amok
I'd rather stuff a thump of fat or fuck if I'm an addict
I been getting at it, could've been something tragic
Had I not adapted, fuck who's diplomatic
Wicked, this is rich as sick are getting at it
Take a pic, you bitches quick as you can snap it
You can dip and take it with you, you can have it
Introducing you into a few new habits
You are too dramatic, you should screw a faggot
You could ruin ratchets, it's a father-fucking fact
I swept the script and never know just how to act
I dump the city off my motherfucking back
Now who can help me with a lighter or a match

With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline
With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline
With a can of gasoline, with a can of gasoline
With a can of gasoline, with a can of