They've turned me Stone Cold, bitch I'm morphing
Bitches ain't shit, same tricks and misfortune
They've turned me Stone Cold, bitch - I'm transforming
I'm wearing all black for the old me, in mourning
It's gonna start pumping, cunts better start jumping
I'ma get your car and bedroom floor thumping
But you better know one thing
Goddamn, I'm a savage with the way I let my nuts swing
Uh-oh, lean back
I'm a fiend for an ass and a mean rack
For a tiz and a bust I'll thrust like Mr Bean
(Cuz, what the f*ck do you mean?)
Sluts go nuts for the crust and the green
Never let them f*ck with your dreams
No Blac Chyna, only ever gonna f*ck them for free
Uppercut up in her guts and I cream
Can you go to town on the dick, yes?
Cause I wanna get around to the business
Need a girl that can spit and twist, sit and spin
Make me scream like I'm down with the sickness
As the lord is my witness
Only got mad love and respect for these bitches
I wasn't always like this
'Til my heart got snatched by sirens and succubus'
But, f*ck tears and f*ck tissues
F*ck years of pain that got misused
If you want love, can't f*ck with you
Don't test me and my trust issues
Well, it just depends how they see men
Some spell boyfriend like ATM
Some love their Gameboys and blow the cartridge
Just to keep playing them
Some of them act plain shifty
Been months since she snacked on the diddly
When she seens you, deletes you
Just know those three little words can be so risky
They've turned me Stone Cold, bitch I'm morphing
Bitches ain't shit, same tricks and misfortune
They've turned me Stone Cold, bitch - I'm transforming
I'm wearing all black for the old me, in mourning
Back on my bullshit
No more thoughts of bullets in my head
Just dreaming of the girls who'll push it
Oh shit, out with the boys
On a mission to seek and destroy
But all the girls out seem so phoney
Look like Kim but they talk like Moey
F*ck it I'ma run amok til someone suck and f*ck me
I don't need a bitch to hug me
On the f*cking bed, memories flooding in
All of the nightmares stuck in my head
Oh shit, I'm trapped
I'm about to f*cking relapse
I'm drunk enough to text exes
F*cking wish I had enough drinks to see black
Cause love is a f*cking game
Had a diamond heart but his girl had spades
Digging him a six-foot grave
Your boy got played, that bitch flush him away
Come flick the knife like a bic light
Wiggle it, just a little bit, listen to my spine click
Not enough X's for tic-tac-toe
But they made me wanna click-clack-blow
This is an ode to my exes
Games in my head so reckless, it was endless
Cigarette on the back of my neck at breakfast
Hole in my chest, bled through my solar plexus
Forty-seven degrees sub-zero
I'm a young De Niro
Mr Centigrade so menacing
Blood so cold, need to dunk a pack of Demazin
They've turned me Stone Cold, bitch I'm morphing
Bitches ain't shit, same tricks and misfortune
They've turned me Stone Cold, bitch - I'm transforming
I'm wearing all black for the old me, in mourning
They've turned me Stone Cold, bitch I'm morphing
Bitches ain't shit, same tricks and misfortune
They've turned me Stone Cold, bitch - I'm transforming
I'm wearing all black for the old me, in mourning
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They've turned me Stone Cold, bitch I'm morphing
Bitches ain't shit, same tricks and misfortune
They've turned me Stone Cold, bitch - I'm transforming
I'm wearing all black for the old me, in mourning
It's gonna start pumping, cunts better start jumping
I'ma get your car and bedroom floor thumping
But you better know one thing
Goddamn, I'm a savage with the way I let my nuts swing
Uh-oh, lean back
I'm a fiend for an ass and a mean rack
For a tiz and a bust I'll thrust like Mr Bean
(Cuz, what the f*ck do you mean?)
Sluts go nuts for the crust and the green
Never let them f*ck with your dreams
No Blac Chyna, only ever gonna f*ck them for free
Uppercut up in her guts and I cream
Can you go to town on the dick, yes?
Cause I wanna get around to the business
Need a girl that can spit and twist, sit and spin
Make me scream like I'm down with the sickness
As the lord is my witness
Only got mad love and respect for these bitches
I wasn't always like this
'Til my heart got snatched by sirens and succubus'
But, f*ck tears and f*ck tissues
F*ck years of pain that got misused
If you want love, can't f*ck with you
Don't test me and my trust issues
Well, it just depends how they see men
Some spell boyfriend like ATM
Some love their Gameboys and blow the cartridge
Just to keep playing them
Some of them act plain shifty
Been months since she snacked on the diddly
When she seens you, deletes you
Just know those three little words can be so risky
They've turned me Stone Cold, bitch I'm morphing
Bitches ain't shit, same tricks and misfortune
They've turned me Stone Cold, bitch - I'm transforming
I'm wearing all black for the old me, in mourning
Back on my bullshit
No more thoughts of bullets in my head
Just dreaming of the girls who'll push it
Oh shit, out with the boys
On a mission to seek and destroy
But all the girls out seem so phoney
Look like Kim but they talk like Moey
F*ck it I'ma run amok til someone suck and f*ck me
I don't need a bitch to hug me
On the f*cking bed, memories flooding in
All of the nightmares stuck in my head
Oh shit, I'm trapped
I'm about to f*cking relapse
I'm drunk enough to text exes
F*cking wish I had enough drinks to see black
Cause love is a f*cking game
Had a diamond heart but his girl had spades
Digging him a six-foot grave
Your boy got played, that bitch flush him away
Come flick the knife like a bic light
Wiggle it, just a little bit, listen to my spine click
Not enough X's for tic-tac-toe
But they made me wanna click-clack-blow
This is an ode to my exes
Games in my head so reckless, it was endless
Cigarette on the back of my neck at breakfast
Hole in my chest, bled through my solar plexus
Forty-seven degrees sub-zero
I'm a young De Niro
Mr Centigrade so menacing
Blood so cold, need to dunk a pack of Demazin
They've turned me Stone Cold, bitch I'm morphing
Bitches ain't shit, same tricks and misfortune
They've turned me Stone Cold, bitch - I'm transforming
I'm wearing all black for the old me, in mourning
They've turned me Stone Cold, bitch I'm morphing
Bitches ain't shit, same tricks and misfortune
They've turned me Stone Cold, bitch - I'm transforming
I'm wearing all black for the old me, in mourning
Bitches ain't shit, same tricks and misfortune
They've turned me Stone Cold, bitch - I'm transforming
I'm wearing all black for the old me, in mourning
It's gonna start pumping, cunts better start jumping
I'ma get your car and bedroom floor thumping
But you better know one thing
Goddamn, I'm a savage with the way I let my nuts swing
Uh-oh, lean back
I'm a fiend for an ass and a mean rack
For a tiz and a bust I'll thrust like Mr Bean
(Cuz, what the f*ck do you mean?)
Sluts go nuts for the crust and the green
Never let them f*ck with your dreams
No Blac Chyna, only ever gonna f*ck them for free
Uppercut up in her guts and I cream
Can you go to town on the dick, yes?
Cause I wanna get around to the business
Need a girl that can spit and twist, sit and spin
Make me scream like I'm down with the sickness
As the lord is my witness
Only got mad love and respect for these bitches
I wasn't always like this
'Til my heart got snatched by sirens and succubus'
But, f*ck tears and f*ck tissues
F*ck years of pain that got misused
If you want love, can't f*ck with you
Don't test me and my trust issues
Well, it just depends how they see men
Some spell boyfriend like ATM
Some love their Gameboys and blow the cartridge
Just to keep playing them
Some of them act plain shifty
Been months since she snacked on the diddly
When she seens you, deletes you
Just know those three little words can be so risky
They've turned me Stone Cold, bitch I'm morphing
Bitches ain't shit, same tricks and misfortune
They've turned me Stone Cold, bitch - I'm transforming
I'm wearing all black for the old me, in mourning
Back on my bullshit
No more thoughts of bullets in my head
Just dreaming of the girls who'll push it
Oh shit, out with the boys
On a mission to seek and destroy
But all the girls out seem so phoney
Look like Kim but they talk like Moey
F*ck it I'ma run amok til someone suck and f*ck me
I don't need a bitch to hug me
On the f*cking bed, memories flooding in
All of the nightmares stuck in my head
Oh shit, I'm trapped
I'm about to f*cking relapse
I'm drunk enough to text exes
F*cking wish I had enough drinks to see black
Cause love is a f*cking game
Had a diamond heart but his girl had spades
Digging him a six-foot grave
Your boy got played, that bitch flush him away
Come flick the knife like a bic light
Wiggle it, just a little bit, listen to my spine click
Not enough X's for tic-tac-toe
But they made me wanna click-clack-blow
This is an ode to my exes
Games in my head so reckless, it was endless
Cigarette on the back of my neck at breakfast
Hole in my chest, bled through my solar plexus
Forty-seven degrees sub-zero
I'm a young De Niro
Mr Centigrade so menacing
Blood so cold, need to dunk a pack of Demazin
They've turned me Stone Cold, bitch I'm morphing
Bitches ain't shit, same tricks and misfortune
They've turned me Stone Cold, bitch - I'm transforming
I'm wearing all black for the old me, in mourning
They've turned me Stone Cold, bitch I'm morphing
Bitches ain't shit, same tricks and misfortune
They've turned me Stone Cold, bitch - I'm transforming
I'm wearing all black for the old me, in mourning
Writer: Jacob Sleiman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid