Don’t Play With Me

"Why are you dressed like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like you're going to a funeral?"

Paint my lips, oh
They all hate, oh
Suck my dick, you bozo
You can't hate
Yeah, no, no
Don't play with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Don't play with me
Every day is halloween
Like I'm Michael Myers
'cept this ain't a movie screen
And if it was I'd crawl up out it like it was in Ring
You could do nothin bout it 'cept to hope they hear you scream
Run fast cuz you know we ride low
Black trash kid hidden in the gun smoke
Make you pass away
They think you comatose
All black like we just came from a funeral

All black like we at a funeral
Don't fuck with Witto Goom when he in his tomb
Please don't hit my phone when I'm not in the mood
I came from nothin' so the void is where I call my home