Lyrics Killstation – anabolic

But why the fuck is that?
Just ’cause my skin ain’t black?
Got you walking around saying «oh, he made that?»
Uh, yeah, I did, keep it away from the kids
‘Cause it’s that highly dangerous turn-of-the-century shit
In the penitentiary quick
‘Cause I caught your ass talking shit
Leave you guessing with your ankles tied and your wrist slit
I’ma leave you torn and ripped
You’ll need a tourniquet
You gon’ wish that you were never fucking b-born, bitch
I’ma leave you torn and ripped
You’ll need a tourniquet
You gon’ wish that you weren’t ever fucking born
Biggity-biggity-bitch

Fuck yeah
Woop
Slipping in through the back
Ripping the denim, black leather jack
Don’t matter where I’m at
Gripping the gat, you know it’s a wrap
Late night, sitting up with the pack
Get to flipping that
Caught her staring at my wrist-wrist-wrist-wrist
While I been whipping, whipping
Whipping through the hood

Rolling up a wood
Bitches in the back
You know everything good
Stacking up the gwalla
Doing everything I should
You’s a biggidy-biggidy-bitch, understood?
I just do it for my hood