"Primer" lyrics - ATMOSPHERE

Hey Daley
Get the fuck away from my sister, you punk motherfucker

I do, I do
Yeah, I do
Yeah, I do
Hey wassup, can I kiss the bitch yet? I do

First of all bitch, I never promised I'd be rich
So fuck you and your wishes, you need to do the dishes
And change the damn cat litter
I thought I told you to get rid of that crazy cat last week

Yo, don't you get sassy with me missy
Because I'll go upside you quickly
But yo, she's kinda sneaky, when I sleep she'll probably stick me
But it'd be a threat and threats make her respond
She probably grew up watching pops beat her mom

And to the break o' dawn, I could pop shit, talk shit
Hostage to herself, because there ain't nowhere to walk
This is the middle of hell, you've got no job, no diploma
Might as well kick it with me and live in Hinckley, Minnesota

She's my trailer park chick with the Pop-Tarts and venison
Hard liquor to cop a buzz off the over the counter medicine
The rent is in the mail, bitch, pump the keg
Fix the antenna, act your age and spread your legs

It's my castle, white stank ho
And if I want to I'll put it in your asshole
You wanna battle baby? I'll put a shadow over your sky
Now shut the fuck up and fix me turkey pot pie

I own the camaro and the mobile home
So where the fuck you gonna go?
I own the camaro and the mobile home
So where the fuck you gonna go?

I own the camaro and the mobile home
So where the fuck you gonna go?
I own the camaro and the mobile home
So where the fuck you gonna go?

Go, go, go ahead and call your mom if you need someone to cry to, boo
I guarantee ya that that bitch is gonna lie to you
Fuck ya crank head, soap opera, pastries and diet soda
Everything she'll ever need to know she learned from Oprah

Yo what the hell she's gonna do for you? That bitch is stuck too
Get off my phone, tell her I said what up and muthafuck you
And tell daddy if he wants some to bring his drunk ass on
I beat that fat bastard with a cast on

Aiyo honey, I'm trippin', but why you always flippin'
Dress slutty every time that we go drinkin' with my buddies
Won't be long before you carrying my puppies
Speaking of which, you bleeding yet bitch? 'Cause you gettin kind of chubby

Yo, where the hell'd you put my stash?
Better tell me quick fast or catch a foot in the ass
Oh no, you did not smoke all of my pot
If my Remington was out the pawn shop, you'd get shot

Stop and put that knife back in the sink
Baby, baby, baby, why you fucking trying to take me to the brink?
What you think? Quit thinking and pretending that you're smart
Happily ever after, till death do us part

I own the camaro and the mobile home
So where the fuck you gonna go?
I own the camaro and the mobile home
So where the fuck you gonna go?

I own the camaro and the mobile home
So where the fuck you gonna go?
I own the camaro and the mobile home
So where the fuck you gonna go? Go

I love you