Lyrics Dirty Boy - Reel Wolf, Seen B

Dirty Boy

You are being medi man you just a gay man
I separate you from the light like some Ray Bans
I pack a blade man cause on that stage Sam
They lock me up cause I’m a killer like my man Cam
This ain’t no Bandcamp I leave you camp damp
Blood soaked bandanas til I get hand cramps
I’m in the bag trans holding my cock stands
I murder you then I do the murder man dance
Like Ronnie Van Zant I’m going out on top
I’m going out while I bust at a fucking cop
Cause I don’t fucking stop there’s no surrender
I’m a label who you send return to sender
Tell your mentor clear out a tomb caus you gonna need room for your whole crew
soon
In they body bags with thy body tags that recess whole crew with some snotty
fags
And it’s automatic dude when I body bags I’m gonna shoot for the middle like
some hottie’s legs
You just a naughty boy I’m like a Gotti boy
You should know that I body a party boy with a shottie toy or a Desert E
Put them both together what you get is a recipe for disaster
Cause when I blast ya I splatter you out like some two year old’s pastor
A dirty boy with your dirty toy don’t you know that your girl’s getting flirty
boy
Man that’s a plan fool she ain’t gon' leave with you while I’m bout to leave
with your cash weed and jewels
A dirty boy with your dirty toy can’t you see that your girl’s getting flirty
boy
Man that’s a plan fool she ain’t gon' leave with you while I’m bout to leave
with your cash weed and your tool
They call me Killer Sean and I’m from Bill-A-Con cause I’ve been to jail and
I’m still trying to do what’s wrong
But to you it’s wrong and to me it’s right so for a fee I’m gon kill on these
streets tonight
It may be your house it may be your car it may be your spouse cause I don’t
know where the fuck you are
And then I duck the law cause I’m fucking raw
Even if I’m stuck I’m in luck cause I got the saw
And there’ll be nobody for me to catch a case even if you check in the rivers
or the fucking lakes
Man for heavens sake I’m bout to levitate cause my magic’s black like Houdini
you a David Blaine
I’m no longer sane I’m just on a rage
Dressed in orange like a pumpkin in a fucking cage
I’m bout to show my rage cause they don’t know my age
If they ask me one more time I’m about to show my blade
I got a baby face straight for the ladies' sake
I keep a condom on the dick where the babies mate
Cuz if the semen tick that when’s the demons break
Muthafuck the dream and Imma scheme my way to Heaven’s Gate