Released: September 11, 2016
Songwriter: Aristos Petrou Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Producer: Budd Dwyer
[Chorus: LIL CUT THROAT]
Pussy, pussyboy, back up off me 'fore you bleed
Pussy, pussyboy, back up off me 'fore you bleed
Back up off me 'fore you bleed
[Verse 1: LIL CUT THROAT]
I got gorillas that surround me, bitch, I'm Caesar
They know what I'm 'bout, that boy out the South
Forever I'm grieving
Pussy, pussyboy, back up off me 'fore you bleed
We them crooks, bitch, I'm takin' what I'm needing
Rule number one, I'm never shitting where I'm sleeping
Think you the one, but I'm the one that they call Jesus
Made masterpieces, left the country, stamped some Visas
This now my kingdom, put my flag up then I'm leavin'
Rest in pieces
[Chorus: LIL OOZING]
Fuckboy pull up, fuckboy pull up
Fuckboy pull up, fuckboy pull up!
[Verse 2: LIL OOZING]
Fuckboy pull up with a pistol gripped, ayy
Hold up, lil' bitch, what the fuck you think this is? Ay
This ain't a game, we ain't playin', this is it
Those fangs in your throat range, boy, get a grip
(Shadow expanding without a cloud in the sky
A black spot where the sun once was!)
It's that full-mooned, bulletproof goon
Looming in a tomb, chewin' up someone's buzz
Never releasin' the doves, keep 'em locked up, and let 'em rot
Let the whole flock gather in a spot
There's a hole marked "rather end a plot" flooded with bugs
The blood that floods us pools at the root of the crop
Pussy, pussyboy, back up off me 'fore you bleed
Pussy, pussyboy, back up off me 'fore you bleed
Back up off me 'fore you bleed
[Verse 1: LIL CUT THROAT]
I got gorillas that surround me, bitch, I'm Caesar
They know what I'm 'bout, that boy out the South
Forever I'm grieving
Pussy, pussyboy, back up off me 'fore you bleed
We them crooks, bitch, I'm takin' what I'm needing
Rule number one, I'm never shitting where I'm sleeping
Think you the one, but I'm the one that they call Jesus
Made masterpieces, left the country, stamped some Visas
This now my kingdom, put my flag up then I'm leavin'
Rest in pieces
[Chorus: LIL OOZING]
Fuckboy pull up, fuckboy pull up
Fuckboy pull up, fuckboy pull up!
[Verse 2: LIL OOZING]
Fuckboy pull up with a pistol gripped, ayy
Hold up, lil' bitch, what the fuck you think this is? Ay
This ain't a game, we ain't playin', this is it
Those fangs in your throat range, boy, get a grip
(Shadow expanding without a cloud in the sky
A black spot where the sun once was!)
It's that full-mooned, bulletproof goon
Looming in a tomb, chewin' up someone's buzz
Never releasin' the doves, keep 'em locked up, and let 'em rot
Let the whole flock gather in a spot
There's a hole marked "rather end a plot" flooded with bugs
The blood that floods us pools at the root of the crop
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