Hello? Oh my God I know this ain't you calling me again Oof, ooh my God Yeah, yeah, it's him What in the fuck did I tell you about calling me? You found out 'bout who? Yeah, I bet you did found out about him who Yeah, I fuck with him, I fuck with him for

Oh, let it out You'll be my coward, my killer at heart Oh, let it out now And it will come down and tear us apart This is my one break down lost out She fell in with the stars I'm drinking up the rain drops From all her precious clouds I swear that

Ooh (oh yeah) Ooh (it's lit), ooh (it's lit) How low, low can you go? She too fine everytime I see my baby like Everytime my bitch comin' out the bathroom Butt naked 'round the house God that ass lookin' But I got a problem with my baby, right

I'm just like you You don't need to hide For I am just like you Yes, oh my God! Poltergeist On the count of two, You don't need to hide, my friend For I'm just like you

Hold my breath as I wish for death Oh please, God, wake me I can't remember anything Can't tell if this is true or dream Deep down inside I feel to scream This terrible silence stops me Now that the war is through with me I'm waking up, I cannot see That

Oodles of light what a beautiful sight Both of God's eyes are shining tonight Rays and beams of incredible dreams And I am a quiet man. Strolling down the highway with my shoes in my hand I don't talk much I'm a quiet man Beauty and silence both run deep

I'm just like you You don't need to hide For I am just like you Yes, oh my God! Poltergeist On the count of two, You don't need to hide, my friend For I'm just like you

(Final dictvm) I taste like blood I smell like victory (Oh my God) I smell like victory Repent repent It's all the same Bow down to a god so your life is saved Revenge revenge This punishment

Baby I was born this way Oh there ain't no other way I was born this way hey I'm on the right track, baby Don't be a drag, just be a queen I'm on the right track baby I'm beautiful in my way 'Cause God makes no mistakes Don't hide yourself in regret

Don't get it fucked up I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my Yesterday was the freshest nigga in America I swear to God I ain't lyin' bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh Niggas talkin' bout oh shit I pull up they like oh shit Now look whose talkin', bitch