Hard to tell

Hard to tell Turn this bitch into Virginia Tech, aye Got the chopper just to make 'em wet, aye Dynamite around my vest, aye We them G59 terrorists, aye Keep throwing threats and I'll keep yawning Light my cigarette, you just keep on talking Watch where you tread, please watch where you walking I'm from Vietnam, better known as New Orleans The smell of death is so, so familiar I'm that silhouette, that all black figure Grave-digger, grey killer, Lil Cut Throat Drag 'em to the river, watch his fuc*** body float Two empty pill bottles, I'm fuc*** ducking I can't call my plug no more, oh no, but I'll probably say f*** it Oh, how I love it, really, it ain't for discussion But the truth ain't that far from it, I keep on bugging Like f*** it, I'ma say it Like f*** it, I'ma f*** up Like f*** it, I'm a "fuck up," and it's fuc*** up It's just my dumb luck, it's just my dumb luck You'll never put me down more than I have You'd have been down, and it's more than I have Fake fuc*** smile with the knife in my back Fake fuc*** child, bitch, that's just how you act