Rotten Souls
They're here!
Uh
Lil fucking uzi the antichrist
Black $uede
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
Excuse me, excuse me
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 whats up? We down
Young God
I'm the one who nailed Jesus to the cross, you feel me?
I'm fucking Pontius Pilate
TRAP HOUSE $CRIM!
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 blackout
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. cuz that's always my mission
Drug-fueled demon
Got to stay stoned
Walk up in hell, like, "Hey Honey, I'm home!"
Uh
Lil fucking uzi the antichrist
Black $uede
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
Excuse me, excuse me
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 whats up? We down
Young God
I'm the one who nailed Jesus to the cross, you feel me?
I'm fucking Pontius Pilate
TRAP HOUSE $CRIM!
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 blackout
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. cuz that's always my mission
Drug-fueled demon
Got to stay stoned
Walk up in hell, like, "Hey Honey, I'm home!"
Credits
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux
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Other Album Tracks
All Album Tracks: KILL YOURSELF Part II: The Black Suede Saga - Single >
Altri album
- New World Depression
- The Thin Grey Line
- Are You Going to See the Rose in the Vase, or the Dust on the Table
- Us Vs. Them
- I No Longer Fear The Razor Guarding My Heel (V)
- YIN YANG TAPES: Winter Season (1989-1990) - EP
- YIN YANG TAPES: Fall Season (1989-1990) - EP
- YIN YANG TAPES: Summer Season (1989-1990) - EP
- YIN YANG TAPES: Spring Season (1989-1990) - EP
- SHAMELESS $UICIDE - EP
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