The Famous Butter - Bi-Polar Personality Lyrics

I don't give a f*ck
You can suck my f*ckin' dick
Cuz you're a f*ckin' prick
And I know you like to lick
You'd better shut your stupid bitch's mouth
Before I knock you both the f*ck out without a doubt
I don't give a f*ck if you flip on your zip
Cuz I always stick with the Flick your f*ckin' Bic
Get on your knees and do the bobblehead
Skull-f*cked so much that you lose the marbles in ya head
Think that I'm crazy f*ck that I'm insane
Listen to my music and you'll never be the same
Killin all the way to the bay
That's where I stay
Fairfield, Cal-i-forn-i-a
Quit playin' little kid, you put the name to shame
You need to stop this shit cuz it ain't no f*ckin game
What you doin' is lame
Tryna take away my fame
But yeah, like I said, I'M NOT FUCKIN' PLAYIN'

Quit playin with your bipolar personality
Making the demons arise inside me
Quit playin with your bipolar personality
Making the demons arise inside me
Quit playin with your bipolar personality
Making the demons arise inside me

One day you're my friend, the next, you're my enemy
You wanna talk this shit? Well then come and see me
When you f*ckin cry, bitch boy you gonna die
Take your insides and make a f*ckin pie
Haters talk they shit, then end up gettin flushed
You think you spittin platinum, bitch please it's all rust
I'm getting bitches demanding my music cuz I'm a must
I know who my homies are don't know who to trust
Knock you on the ground and piss all on your face
You like that shit bitch? You like the taste
I disappear into the motha f*ckin sky
Cops harass you but you have no reply
Eventually, they'll find out that I made you cry and die
But I have no reason why
Everything you motha f*ckin' say it's all a lie
Never got the chance to tell his friends goodbye

Quit playin with your bipolar personality
Making the demons arise inside me
Quit playin with your bipolar personality
Making the demons arise inside me
Quit playin with your bipolar personality
Making the demons arise inside me

Turn the beat sideways as I punch his f*cking lip
You wanna couple dollars? Well here's the f*ckin' tip
Shut the f*ck up you little bitch
I will kill you I hate the stupid snitch
Shut the f*ck up you nasty cunt stitch
Murder your body like I slaughtered this track
You want your son? Well you'll never get him back
Took his f*ckin neck off with a whack of my ax
Appear in court? never cuz the killing are my past
I'm very f*ckin crazy, nah bitches, I'm insane
I got a thousand maggots living in my f*cking brain
Eating the insides, slowly, tormenting my soul
Sitting here ok with that, So I toke another bowl

Quit playin with your bipolar personality
Making the demons arise inside me
Quit playin with your bipolar personality
Making the demons arise inside me
Quit playin with your bipolar personality
Making the demons arise inside me
Quit playin with your bipolar personality
Making the demons arise inside me
Quit playin with your bipolar personality
Making the demons arise inside me
Quit playin with your bipolar personality
Making the demons arise inside me