a hand mixer through the skull Video (MV)

I don't understand many things
And it's okay 'cause many things don't make sense
Shoot and kill the mailman
I'll explain
The letter I was writing needs ink
Why say things I mean
When it could be all the things that I pull from my asshole, asshole
Tooth and nail won't pay the toll
It was a grudge match
Everyone has gone home
I can't tell my left from my right
It's like a bike 'cause I shit in the seat when I ride it
Time and space don't count, it's not real
And anyone who says no's f*cking lying
F*cky-shit, it's Dicky Slick
Rinky-dink shit, lilly bit of tiddy slip
Eat this
Fiddy quid says this fingie on the trig
'Boutta make the hole with the teeth on your face big, yuh
Time flows like the bullet in the sine
Wave bye to the guys
Five-nine on the line
Point nine on your mind, yuh
You got seconds
Greedy, take the plate and crunch it down
But I'm not finished, yuh
Tequila lime, chase it down with a smile
Last words before it's tickets, put the dimes
On your eyes, yuh
Draw sticks
Shortest gotta get kicked, shit
You are under six
Make it twelve with the full clip
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