$uicideBoy$ – Rotten $oul$

Bitch I got my Glock cocked, when you hear that knock knock knock
Death at the door, telling you it’s time to close shop
So you drop to your knees, begging please to stop
But he’s not, it’s inevitable
Leave you dead on the floor
Bitch I got that mother fucking dead president flow
More Benjamins, hoe
Yeah, I’ll go to your show because attendance is low
Matter fact, fuck that
Bring a backpack full of crack wrapped in dynamite
Hand it out that Friday night
Sure enough, got you fans hooked
Only way you were going to blow up, mother fucker
I’m G five nine signed
Crime don’t pay but I will pay for the crime
Got the Devil on my side
Yeah, we kick it all the time
I’m the one who told him that God was a bitch
Fuck him, let’s ride
Grab that cross and flip it around
Drive into town like whatsup? We down

I’m the one who nailed Jesus to the cross, you feel me? I’m fucking Pontius Pilate

I’m pissing on crosses in churches
Chrome to your dome and I murk ya
Twenty deep when we ride that excursion
I’m itching for death and I’m lurking
Life full of sin
Chalk on cement
Momma be begging don’t do drugs again
Murder something, hearse full of friends
Snatching up purses and kicking doors in
187, gripping Mac-11
You wanna find out if all dogs go to heaven?
Gold on my chain, drugs in my brain
I’m slicing my wrist with the mental deranged
Scrimmy insane
Dope got me numb
West Bank sewers is where I crawled out from
Smoke in my lungs, I’m about to black out
Got a bottle full of roofies that I’m about to pass out
Coke I be sniffing
Lean I be sipping
Trying to O.D. cause that’s always my mission
Drug fueled demon, got to stay stoned
Walk up in hell, like, “Hey Honey, I’m home! “

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