Writer: Hayden Alexander Cameron, Hunter Grant Cameron, Malcolm Shane Bryant
Composer: Malcolm Shane Bryant
Lyrics
We don't need an introduction
While you pussies brag for nothing
That's the fact I don't trust shit
Why you always gotta touch shit
We don't need an introduction
While you pussies brag for nothing
That's the fact I don't trust shit
Why you always gotta touch shit
Merge my brain made a copy
Off an 808 computer
Heard them say that labels laud me
As a money making mover
Offer raw refrains for no one
Even if there was a suit
Throw after parties carry on
Until we're strung out in a suite
I lust for triple double busts
And casual sex with traveling groupies
Bad bitch bachelorette's brunettes
Are always running when they see me
Wake up at the crack of dawn
Routinely staying up day tripping
Abstract thoughts are scattershot
And mis-conveying these intentions
We don't need an introduction
While you pussies brag for nothing
That's the fact I don't trust shit
Why you always gotta touch shit
We don't need an introduction
While you pussies brag for nothing
That's the fact I don't trust shit
Why you always gotta touch shit
We don't need an introduction
While you pussy's brag for nothing
That's the fact I don't trust shit
Why you always gotta touch shit
Smoke that gas inside a prescient
Cause I'm losing all my instincts
All this death is being distinct
Bringing them back when their extinct
Call for action lady
We need me a soldier
Huge distraction lately
His bars are getting vulgar
Besides your actions phase me
His intentions getting bolder
Nobody gotta repeat
Anymore of these tragedies
Cause in reality
People cause fatalities
Moral it's Yin or Yang
Good and evil
There's darkness inside all you people
American like the eagle
Most of them are scared
We call them sheeple
You start connecting dots post mortem
Squeaky street cars peeling off and
Saw some junkies quickly floor it
Towards some random nearby cover
Bullet riddled Lennon lambo
Wobbly Captain Morgan naval
Multitudes of differents chambers
Went through so much extra effort
Tampered writing jibber jabbing
What's the solution
You can't have it
Motherfuckers descent to madness
I don't care if you can't grasp it
Grow some balls it shows some action
While we always deal with taxes
It's the shit we gotta adapt with
Just to make sure that you're beaten
Have a second person witness
What went down and had intentions
Of going pleading to policeman
Heavy hitting pills like bullets
Gullet gargle up barbiturates
Sweating nervously and puking
Spewing buckets up of info onto
Homicide detectives leave the victims
We don't need an introduction
While you pussies brag for nothing
That's the fact I don't trust shit
Why you always gotta touch shit
We don't need an introduction
While you pussies brag for nothing
That's the fact I don't trust shit
Why you always gotta touch shit