Mass Critical Error - SYBYR

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Yuh, ayy

Thirty dead niggas in the kitchen and the attic

Forty failed beats on my drive, this the average

Fuck, am I countin'?

I’m not gettin' out the masses

Draggin' niggas out they fuckin' house, we needa die

Wakin' up with a heat flash, couple heat strokes, and a broken dick

Erectile dysfunction, gotta drink a pill, gotta use the nut

Make moves, nigga, fuck a talk, we been talkin' for about fifty years

Swear to Christ I’ma be 20 with an aneurysm, and you still slackin'

Ayy, y’all rather die today?

Y’all rather chat away?

Smokin' silent grade?

Oughta slap you niggas

Pass a couple fades, I’m not goin' away

Like a terminal tumor, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy