8 bit – garbage bag doo-rag lyrics
it was six months since i was -ssembled
when i saw my creator without her case on
showing her circuits and dials to the male-bots,
interfacing with strangers, switchin’ partners by the micron.
now i take out my vengeance on humans.
put a garbage bag up on my head.
ain’t gonna stop killing ’til all humans are dead-
this robot psychopath, and you know i’m seeing red, b-tch!
garbage bag doo-rag,
on my head.
what?
garbage bag doo-rag,
you be dead.
b-tch!
i don’t even go out and buy groceries no mo’
without a motherf-cking garbage bag over my head, ho.
how can i carry on living among carrion,
decaying from they date of birth ’til the day they gone?
so why not make it today?
i’ll blow your motherf-ckin’ -ss away.
get you neutered and spayed,
with your tail between your -ss running the f-ck away, b-tch!
i’m on the warpath
and i’m way trashed.
60 lines of blow, causing drama.
feeling like i don’t even know and don’t wanna.
fbi on my -ss, but i got it padlocked.
they out questioning the president of gladlock, b-tch!
garbage bag doo-rag,
on my head.
what?
garbage bag doo-rag,
you be dead.
b-tch!
so my program be telling me to kill.
take out my knife,
let’s watch the blood spill.
like pyle, from full metal jacket,
my wires is crossed.
see a human and attack it.
stuff this b-tch -ss in my god d-mn trunk.
torture him while i shoot up some f-ckin’ junk.
just a punk human
and i laugh when the blood spewin’
off my knife.
yo, i’m taking yo life, b-tch!
garbage bag doo-rag,
on my head.
what?
garbage bag doo-rag,
you be dead.
b-tch!
i’m a crazy motherf-cker, f-cked in the head.
if you don’t shut up i’m gonna pump you full of lead.
i got a needle and a thread
to poke through your eyes.
should i torture you first to watch you die?
instead i change my mind,
’cause i’m feeling kinda kind
so i won’t shoot your -ss in the f-ckin’ behind.
like roxanne shante i say,
“go about your way and have a nice day,”
i won’t kill you today, b-tch!
a nickel and a dime is fifteen cents.
a quarter and nickel be’s twelve cent.
a nickel and a dime is fifteen cents.
a quarter and nickel be’s twelve cent.
a nickel and a dime is fifteen cents.
motherf-cker!
b-tch!
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