Album: The Explanation (2013)

Heroin

[Hook: x2]
I give it to them raw and uncut
Pure and untouched
Raw and uncut
Pure and untouched
I give it to them raw and uncut
Pure and untouched
This what they came for,
Ain't gotta cook it up

I'm goin in raw, like it's my wife
Yeah bitch I'm raw, but this ain't Monday night
I am uncut, so I never seen the first a
She get a day, after, after I hit the first day
True religion jeans, bitch I been had em
Got so many pears, I can make a fruti salad
In the o I made magic like voila
I'm kesha and molly, menage a trois
And I can't even add the bitch to my catalogue
Cause she got no ass, cat dog
2 cold bitch, don't you forget it
Put the rap in the stamp on the after I spit it

[Hook: x2]
I give it to them raw and uncut
Pure and untouched
Raw and uncut
Pure and untouched
I give it to them raw and uncut
Pure and untouched
This what they came for,
Ain't gotta cook it up

She got a big booty so I coressed it
Put me on the fly now the club's congested
Codeine and sprite is my contraceptic
I fuck a bitch till she narcoleptic
I'm directing this so it's non directed
My flow insane, but I'm calm and collective
Point a finger at you now you covalescent
Kidnap your girl and begin molestin'
I manifest and you grabbing fist
You jocking me that's a faggot gesture
If you swag police, bust in this bitch
Right now then you will be erected
Bands make her dance like a cheerleader
I'm hot as fuck and she a heat seeker
I'm a classic maker, you a masturbator
And a dick eater, and a meat beater
Married to the game, you can ask the preacher
So they throwing all this condoleances
An italian bitch, in italy and she sucking me, mamma mia
You a lame wouldn't wanna be you, versace shades I can barely see you
Go against me and it's rest to peace you
Pow, onamotapoeia

[Hook: x2]
I give it to them raw and uncut
Pure and untouched
Raw and uncut
Pure and untouched
I give it to them raw and uncut
Pure and untouched
This what they came for,
Ain't gotta cook it up.