Fruit Punch - Berried Alive

I guess you wanna have a mother fuckin problem

I guess you wanna have a mother fuckin problem

I guess you wanna have a mother fuckin problem

I guess you wanna have a mother fuckin problem

You want a problem so let’s have some fun

Bitch, I got more guns than I’ll ever have fucking puns

So out of place, found yourself in real danger

Beat to a pulp by some (motha fuckin head bangers)

Call me a fake with your music so dull

A bat to your face makes a jam out your skull

You have no career cuz you’re just a fruit basket

I will dig you up, make a guitar out your casket

You know I’m crazy, crazy

You have no safety, safety

Just you wait til' I find you

I’m right behind you

And then you runaway

Fast as you can

Come get your punishment

If you’re a grown man

And then you run away after all the shit you say

I’ll make sure you never live another day

You know I’m crazy, crazy

You have no safety, safety

Just you wait til' I find you

I’m right behind you

And then you runaway

Fast as you can

Come get your punishment

If you’re a grown man

And then you run away after all the shit you say

I’ll make sure you never live another day

I’ll beat you to a fucking pulp

Pounded into the earth

I’ll beat you to a fucking pulp

Pounded into the earth

I’ll beat you to a fucking pulp

Pounded into the earth