Gotta lot of shit that ya could imagine Rice, ranch, and blue cheese Gotta lotta bitches jocking on they knees Fuck shit, suck a fucking clit Gotta lot of shit that ya could imagine Rice, ranch, and blue cheese Gotta lotta bitches jocking on they knees Fuck shit, suck a fucking tit Nah chief, this ain’t it

Roy! Run! Roy! Run! Roy has a gun! Roy’s having fun! Sipping on ya carcass hun Super easy abortion with just one kick Beating on my girl like how I beat my dick Pregnant at 17 should’ve gotten a beating Underage girls and some indoor heating Dumbass nigga quit your cheating Suck a couple pimple covered dicks I’m really over it with these dumbass pricks Smegma Omegmas all up in this bitch No homo but I’m really into pogo sticks More than hairy trannies with extra tiny dicks I’m a nicotine fiend clean bean gorilla sheen I eat meth and wash it down with LSD Routinely sex trafficking kids in a mall I’m on so much fucking Adderall I kicked your baby like a football Roy! Run! Roy! Run! Roy has a gun! Roy’s having fun! Sick fuck I like the quick fuck Asking Mom if I can buy some V-bucks Raping a nun was never this fun Since I won the penis game at school with my gun 2019 is the year that I get some listens for Roy Acting like you never knew that boy? Who dat boy? Who em is? He's balls deep, piloting his jeep Beating on a girl like how he beats his dick Super easy abortion with just one kick Are you really gonna peddle my shit? Super size them fries with my cock in your bitch Sitting at your door going knock knock prick Doggy dick! Doggy dick! Doggy dick! Mister, sister fister! Mister! Sister fister! Mister, sister fister Mister, sister fister I have aids, yes I do Got it from a girl last night She was really divine I realized I got it when I stroked my tree I realized that she done gave it to me Got aids Yes I ran over the bartender Bitches out here still questioning they genders About to get into a fender bender But I won’t surrender I’ll run away with my maroon suspenders Yes I am an offender The vendor wouldn’t share Tell me who’s really gonna care When I die, uncovering all my lies When I catch that your a snitch I’m gonna make you my bitch That's cool, I'm cool Where's my JUUL?

Greasy dike who stole my bike And beyond that I was really looking forward to it riding me Tuesdays got me thinking that I’m carefree Until I get a call from my bike saying she’s on leave Got me thinking that we’re just like Adam and Eve I pull the duct tape off my damn balls then I bleed Could it be that this weed is laced? Really need to find where my JUUL was misplaced Before I use a bar stool to smash in your face Roy is the only race who exists in this place Muthafucka if you have something to say Speak it to my face so it comes my way David Bowie piloting a Boeing 747 My cupboard filled with eleven dead women Stuff you in my cabinet with your fishnet I’m stalking Mocking you because this is the end of the line Got a pending friend request, gonna hit decline No I don’t wanna be friends with you I’m cutting ties I’ll get a large order of fries I’m so sad I wanna commit suicide This is the twisted truth Makes you wanna pop a cyanide Blonde twisted truth I’m in the same booth with the pain in my wisdom tooth This is the twisted truth Okay it’s the return of Mr. Matthew Collito I be out here looking at bitches tryna increase my libido I'm out here on Minecraft looking for diamonds Out here in Central looking for some hymens I'm tryna bust a little nut inside of my cousin She only 6 years old but she good for the lovin' I be out here Drinkin' beer Yeah Spark it up, I ain’t talking about the blunt I’m talking about the hookers in the fire pit cunt Manhunt just for me? Thank you, you’re too sweet But I’ll just stay inside and beat my meat Wishing I had black paint on my toes to my feet I’m around the campfire just wanting to feel your heartbeat What was I thinking?

Phone home Dreamin' dreamin' dreamin' Phone On the phone Phone home Drop into the ceiling Phone Beamin' beamin' beamin' Dining room Boom, puts on your shoes Dot dot dot Dot dot dot Phone home Dreamin' dreamin' dreamin' Phone On the phone Phone home Drop into the ceiling Phone Beamin' beamin' beamin' Dining room Boom Roy is the only one who exists in this place.. Take in your heart baby, take it to your throat I’m what you call psycho I suppose I’m on the ropes, I’m the goat I’m trapping all my niggas in my fucking moat Now get ready to toke With the Colt M1911 And when I was only seven I became malevolent to edge I pick up and carried the sledge Smashed in all their heads I cheated death, I’m old Beth White and smashed up but Team Sesh I dine on your meat and your flesh The sixth crusade Delirious and insane These burn marks won’t go away Bitch be touching my ashtray My beyblade My entree My entire plate I’m deciding my fate Scratching my taint Looking pale like your gonna faint You didn’t even rate I know this thought is too late Two shoes that I bought bought bought But all I hear is dot dot dot Take in your heart baby, take it to your throat I’m what you call psycho I suppose I’m on the ropes, I’m the goat I’m trapping all my niggas in my fucking moat Now get ready to toke With the Colt M1911 And when I was only seven I became malevolent to edge I pick up and carried the sledge Smashed and crushed all their heads I cheated death, I’m old Beth White and smashed up but Team Sesh I dine on your meat and your flesh The sixth crusade Delirious and insane These burn marks won’t go away Bitch be touching my ashtray My beyblade My entree My entire plate I’m deciding my fate Scratching my taint Looking pale like your gonna faint You didn’t even rate I know this thought is too late Two shoes that I bought bought bought But all I hear is dot dot dot

I'm a young white male with a plan I'm just trying to help promote the clan Tired of niggas taking my lunch money Tired of niggas thinking I'm funny Killroy is gonna claim your corpse honey I'm a fan of Parkland Boutta form a band about my Onii-Chan Nikolas Cruz is my fucking man Dylan Klebold's biggest fucking fan Prepare to get neutered Labeled me a fucking sharpshooter Cause I shot my math tutor in the pooter Now time to flee to Vancouver Active shooter Active shooter Active shooter Ya'll a bit mellow Cause I caused a code yellow I’m not any ordinary ol’ fellow I’m the one who killed ya favorite Lunch packing Grade lacking Young smart cracking son And I had a lot of fun with my dad’s gun 32 dead 48 injured Trigger finger covered in blisters Nigga got a glock Pull up on the block Nigga got a glock Pointed at my cock Bitch wit the clip Oh? Did I offend you?! Touchin’ on my lip Bitch wit the clip I’m gonna fuckin’ dip

("Dime") With the same initials as Justin Bieber If I could I'd stuff you in my freezer I'd eat your little femur I'd love to spend my two dollars on you for Easter And I'll ask for forgiveness with these rhymes And if I say it too many times I'll be dead like Vine I'll be a member of Sublime I'll scream that it's bedtime I caused this victimless crime So I'm saving every dime I'm saving every dime ("U3") I awoke with my three Uncles at my bed Their cocks veiny and red Nevermind disregard what I said Oh fuck now they're giving me head Oh fuck now they're giving me head Uncle Uncle emptying his sack Uncle Uncle touching my rack Uncle Uncle has a knack For getting me pregnant Third times the charm Uncle's cock as big as his arm Filling me up, I'm swallowing it whole I guess my ass fulfilled it's role Now I'm getting real swole Has a fetish, for little kids Two months and up That's what I said yup Uncle Uncle emptying his sack Uncle Uncle touching my rack Uncle Uncle has a knack For getting me pregnant For getting me pregnant For getting me pregnant ("Biiitch") You make me fucking sick I hope you don’t got dick I hope you give a shit about my well-being Who’s that you’ve been seeing? We’ve been disagreeing Arguments they’re plenty You left a part of me empty So I started making these songs Left me thinking myself for so long Bitch, bitch, biiitch Your gonna get lynched Crunch you like a potato chip You ruined this relationship By putting yourself through hardships But I could never listen anyways So I need to check on my mental state I hoping I’m not too late But I always am This was a tragedy Split personality I'm a fucking controversy I'm going fast, skirting down the highway Oh shit is that Maymay hitting the Nae Nae? Gray, looks like D-Day Imma take my toaster into my bath I smuggle coke and meth And I really don't mind the deaths Changing my name to Seth Randall, gotta lot of shit that you could handle Bitch, bitch, biiitch I hope you don’t got dick I hope you give a shit About my well-being Who’s that you’ve been seeing? We’ve been disagreeing Arguments they’re plenty You left a part of me empty So I started making these songs Left me thinking myself for so long Bitch, bitch, biiitch Your gonna get lynched I'm on the brink of insanity Can't make a song without profanity I came from how much I masturbate 3AM and I'm still fucking awake Wishing I met you at the lake Wishing it was love that we made Hoping these memories won't fade I know I sound a little jaded from the concoction I created I know it sounds a little belated I deserve to be hated Bitch, bitch, biiitch Bitch, bitch, biiitch Bitch, bitch, biiitch Bitch, bitch, biiitch Bitch, bitch, biiitch Toaster in my fucking bath You could do the math But I'm doing meth So I'll hold my regrets My fork in my toaster I told you to use a coaster I consider myself a boaster I have you on my mind I disassociate with human kind The end is nigh This is a goodbye for the last time

First things first, I need to quench my thirst Because soon I’m gonna be rocking a hearse The shit that you heard Pistol clicking I am the worst Roy is my last and Kill is my first I’m fully submersed In Girl forty-five You made me feel so alive, you helped me survive Getting me through hard times Entertained me a lot more than these crimes Maybe I’m better off just snorting lines Better when I’m down in my own confines But how could I not see the signs? In Girl forty-five I lost all my lives I enacted on suicide Carbon dioxide Shit got me dissatisfied, I’m justified My valentine turned out to be a parasite Damn, they were right I’m on my knees, Grandpa just died last week Got me thinking like I’m Master Chief With a battle rifle and plasma on my belt These feelings I’ve never fucking felt I Google search Melt Start crying in my casket on my blood stained sleeve I turn my head and my bike is on leave Lemme get the chicken chalupa supreme With no sour cream, and a Baja Blast With Girl forty-five You made me feel so alive, you helped me survive Getting me through hard times Entertained me a lot more than these crimes Maybe I’m better off just snorting lines Better when I’m down in my own confines But how could I not see the signs? In Girl forty five

Yes I’m on a mission to get an STD transmission Fucking girls without their permission In addition, I’m thinking about becoming a magician Do a disappearing act on my kid This nigga over here smoking mids Never anyone hotter than Joey Potter Drinking up all the bong water Charged with manslaughter Death of a step daughter McNasty the squatter Smoke and toke with my anal bong I need some friends it’s been so long Go ahead and play my theme song God it’s been so long They can’t just get along It all feels so wrong It all feels so wrong I'm drinking the water of a bong Fee-fi-fo nigga Tony With the brass and the bitch and the Roni Fee-fi-fo nigga Tony Fee-fi-fo nigga Tony Fee-fi-fo nigga Tony Acting like I was just born Pop the popcorn Pull up the hardcore I’m so depressed I fuck and I molest Cum on her chest Now it’s getting in her eye I just wanted a piece of your pie Now she’s fucking with another guy I hate you so much that I want you die Ooh shit! Yes I’m on a mission to get an STD transmission Fucking girls without their permission In addition, I’m thinking about becoming a magician Do a disappearing act on my kid This nigga over here smoking mids Never anyone hotter than Joey Potter Drinking up all the bong water

Active shooter at ten, went to school back then October was back when I had the time at night Had time to get on my flight My heart is sinking into my chest I’ve really done my best, to try to forget That I’m still in debt, it’s not a promise it’s a threat Ends with death, that’s exactly how it went So I left with no regret I’m a cancer like a cigarette I’m the meanest you ever met This ain’t my full potential yet My wrists are still red Cause of what was said This is the end of the line Mental health at a decline Man I’m a fan of Collito Chode looks like a Cheeto Only reason I subscribed What kind of name ends with nerd? Grown Man does this shit have you heard? Shit covered clit, now that’s a bad word It’s my third hit and I’m already blurred I gather my posse and my herd Conferred but insecure, drawn as a picature Blood coming out of the sprinkler Back when times were simpler Back before I lived off of vinegar October was back when I had the time at night Had time to get on my flight My heart is sinking into my chest I’ve really done my best, to try to forget That I’m still in debt, it’s not a promise it’s a threat Ends with death, that’s exactly how it went So I left with no regrets I’m a cancer like a cigarette I’m the meanest you ever met This ain’t my full potential yet My wrists are still red Cause of what was said This is the end of the line Mental health at a decline Man I’m a fan of Collito Chode looks like a Cheeto Only reason I subscribed What kind of name ends with nerd? Grown Man does this shit have you heard? Shit covered clit, now that’s a bad word

What’s that? You don’t like my sense of humor? Your a little tumor Spreading false rumors One of the losers Time travel like Looper I wish I ended this more sooner So I wasn’t looked at as the sexual abuser So I could afford that guided middle cruiser Honestly you really need a counselor You were the emotional abuser Tie a noose like a shoe lace Didn’t depend on the race The look on your face You didn’t even stay in your place I’m sorry this is too late I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner I’m lucky and I’m sopping Fuck Hobby Lobby My name is Bobby and I’m snobby Crime was just a hobbie Getting a real sloppy Bought some new kicks I got nineteen bitches sucking on my dick One of them spit The other one shit Now I’m gonna split like psycho I’ll wear your face like Ditto Your gonna be a widow I know who you are kiddo So I hide like an armadillo I drive this limo To increase my libido My KD far from zero I know who you are Shapiro I know who you are Shapiro I’m lucky and I’m sopping Fuck Hobby Lobby My name is Bobby and I’m snobby Crime was just a hobbie Getting a real sloppy Bought some new kicks I got nineteen bitches sucking on my dick