Jhonny Joestar (Demo)

Okay
Johnny Joestar, it bothers me that you act dumb and don't pay me the bets
Don't answer, don't act like you're protesting
I just want a simple answer
Like Joe Kidd, like a lock pick
With my homie, welcome to the coffin
Like a cold beer, spreading the verses of pain from the lost team (what?)

Johnny Joestar (what?), dude it bothers me (what?) that you act dumb and don't pay me the bets
Bitch doesn't answer, don't act like you're protesting
I just want a simple answer
Like Joe Kidd, like a lock pick
With my homie, welcome to the coffin
Like a cold beer, spreading the verses of mir with the lost team

They're going to decapitate me with a captain's boat (uh)
And now they're going to complicate (fuck), face to face they're motherfuckin' copycats (what?)
And now they're going to collect (what?) every rare disease that would take me to a clinic I don't want to be in
With the chemistry of Attila when he steps on the grass
Johnny Joestar, the alms
If we have diamonds to spare for chopping, why bother trying?
If they don't even reach half of this big bang
With my click-clack, I took the big clan
No lie, nobody likes me
Death is in the air
Because the yin yang fell at the dance door
I didn't go partying, nobody likes me
It's no joke, I was kicked out of Buenos Aires
My chest breaks, the air escapes me
Rome collapses, I ask you to change (yeah)
I ask you to change, no lie don't change me, damn it (ndeah)
This is as fake as the Holocaust, damn it (ndeah it was going crazy)
They're going to cancel me, damn it

Johnny Joestar, it bothers me that you act dumb and don't pay me the bets
Don't answer, don't act like you're protesting
I just want a simple answer
Like Joe Kidd, like a lock pick
With my homie, welcome to the coffin
Like a cold beer, spreading the verses of mir with the lost team

On a skateboard I do a kickflip like Zeke and Luther
I cut you with a cutter, handing out emeralds on a scooter
I hit you with a headshot like a fuckin' school shooter, nigga
I don't need your guidance, run-run, nigga
For the runtour, nigga, this bar that tastes like nu-Nutella
And leaves you dying on the floor while I aim and say: Like De Niro I live in goodfellas
Like kung-fu hits, it's so fast I doubt you'll see it
I've spent more of my life ignoring
Than standing alone in front of the fridge, you know?
Until the day I want to be with someone who really wants me
Oh, I can't fucking breathe, in what way (hey)
Ah, kill me (I mark a one-shot, what the fuck?)
(It was a fucking one-shot, I can swear)
(I'll be back, I'm going to commit suicide, that's it)