Verse 1
Girls in this world, seem to be my kryptonite, i just wanna live my frickin life, bitches in kitchens bitchin but throwin fists in a fight, opened my eyes, shit it just lit up a light, left-right swinging dodging fists in my sight, anger and might cause this girl fricked up my life, now i'm trippin tonight, now i'm slippin like ice, bourbon whiskey im sippin on ice, others are grippin the grain, i'm grippin the rice, remenissing just rippin on trikes, 3 wheeler bikes, ho who cares what u like/ Cause i aint giving a shit, people just want new music and i need to give em a hit, if i was still in the druug game, i'd be giving out bricks/ giving out bags, of weed, escstacy, oxycotten, but no i dont brag, i aint proud my stomaches rotten/
Verse 2
I cough like an old hag, get stuff only from hippies rockin out to that old shag, but when situations intensify, time for the old mag/ mag as in magnum, take a picure if u lookin motherfucker then frame 'em/ So i'm trying to live my life and be successful, but the way i've been living is nothin but stressful, feel like i'm put on a pedestool, "Kyle Man, This girl is just wrecking you!", good thing for my friends bein cool/ i'm feeling useless, need to seek some medical, medicinal weed i need, this is critical, dedication to progress is minimal, brains slowed right down, but my mind still reads decimals/ numbers and digits, still can read a bitch, when she's in it for the gimmick/ when she's in it for money, i'm feeling like a dummy, life is a card game like rumney/ crazy 8's or uker, through my childhood, i was a fluker, gays were gays, but now they're even fruitier/ gays get married, crazier than Larry, man this life gets hard, this life gets scary/ only scary when your alone, gotta worry bout people breaking into your home, "CRACK", goes splat his brain his dome, pick up the telephone, cause i cracked this fuckers bone, while i'm listening to him groan/- and cry, moaning and crying to get bye, fuck this bitch you die/ i'm K-Y, as in Kyle, so sick of trials/ this shit is so kife/ call me the grim reaper, still a slick creeper/