The Banshee - GHOST OF THE EAST Lyrics

I can't stand this f*ckin' shit
I just can't believe it
Motherf*ckin' say it's me
It's motherf*ckin' bitch
Yeah, go stop this
I'm just walkin' by my lonely self
I don't give a f*ck
Feel like Woody on a shelf
Hatin' on a bunch of f*ckin' basic
Talk shit to me
I'ma take your face, bitch
Creepin' in the woods, that's me
It's motherf*ckin' bitch
Yeah, go stop this
Dyin' in the mountains is my dream
In that f*ckin' graveyard
That's where I'ma be
Rockin' in my jeans
Yeah, I'm rockin' in my jeans
Don't f*ck with me, bitch
I'm psycho at my play
Crackin' just chillin' in the woods
There's dirt on my face
I was raised in the mud
My fingertips bleedin
And my eyes lookin' flawed
I don't give a f*ck
I even die tonight
Yeah, f*ck my teachers
F*ck each and every one
Yeah, I'm smokin' the bleachers
Yeah, starin' at your dirty widow
Like Jeepers Creepers
Man, we f*ckin' creepers
I'm that f*ckin' Banshee
And that's all that I'ma ever be
We gon' kill it
Yeah, you gon' be a memory
While I'm smokin' on this shit f*ckin' heavenly
Where I'm at, boy
I'm in f*ckin' deadly streets
Yeah, graveyard
You a f*ckin' bum
Go, bitch, I'm on my lawn
I don't f*ck with a squad
Like a bloody swan
I got that card in my pocket
Yo, life ain't to be gone
I'm a rockin' white boy
Like the bear corn
I'm in that f*ckin' field
Poppin' shit like corn
Shout out my tribune
In the six and three-D6
Yeah, rocks and bars
This place
Is a hell to live in
This is it
You're f*ckin' dead