SFM - Nascar Aloe

Ew, bitch

Agh (Fuckin' idiot)

Bitch, I’m Nascar, who are you?

I swear to god, I fucking hate you

Please introduce yourself (Fuckin' idiot)

Don’t spill that on my Raf (Hold my drink, bitch)

Ain’t nobody hard as me

I might fucking cut up all your arteries

And my gang be shooting like its archery

Turn the gun around and now the target’s me

Wetting up your turf like I was gardening

Used to have a heart but now it’s darkening

Demons in my head livin' in harmony

We’ll pick up your call, not telemarketing

See from him that he raged it is outrageous

If they let me out this cage I will outrage him

With these liberty spikes, I’m Super Saiyan

Bitch, I’m cleaning out your crib no renovation

Everybody ask me, Nascar why you pissed?

Prolly cause of all the fucking pain I’m taking

And all you other rappers out here lame as shit

You can never take the fucking throne of Satan

I wanna watch 'em weep, I wanna watch 'em burn

Say you on top of me, why am I unconcerned?

Kill them unconsciously, back to Hell I return

And I’ll be sound asleep when I’m covered in dirt

I wanna watch 'em weep, I wanna watch 'em burn

Say you on top of me, why am I unconcerned?

Kill them unconsciously, back to Hell I return

And I’ll be sound asleep when I’m covered in dirt

Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree?

Satan speaking in my dreams, so I’ll sleep six feet deep

Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree?

Satan speaking in my dreams, so I’ll sleep six feet deep

Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree?

Satan speaking in my dreams, so I’ll sleep six feet deep

Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree?

Satan speaking in my dreams, so I’ll sleep six feet deep