Bitch, I'm Nascar, who are you?
Hey, yeah, haha
I'm just playin' 'round, this a lil' freestyle or whatever
Ay, haha
Juxtapose, mental asylum, don't fuck with those
I fuck your bitch, then I suck her toes
Her pussy bald just like Amber Rose
Matter fact, it be bald like an eagle
When I'm in it, she sing just like C-note
Too much drugs, let me fuck through the pee-hole
Changed my mind homie, I got an ego
Guns on my body, bitch, I feel like a hobby 'cause I cannot deal with yo' ass
I'm itchin' for homies 'cause I keep the Glockie inside my muhfuckin' tote bag
I'm in the party, lookin' at yo' shawty because I like the way that she throw that
He looking sorry 'cause Nascar too rowdy, I told his bitch ass: Take a Prozac
I see demons in my sleep, that's why I do not sleep
Bitch, I been starvin' for too long, so now it's time to eat
I'm at the party, play my song and everybody geeked
Lil' bitch, I feel like Freddy Krueger, see you in your dreams
Don't go to sleep, bitch, don't go to sleep
Don't go to sleep, bitch, don't go to sleep
Don't go to sleep, bitch, don't go to sleep
Don't go to sleep, bitch, don't go to sleep
