Tombs

Grabbing the uzi to threaten your life
Can't stand the pressure I'd rather take mine
I've ran out of time, No chance to decide
Kicking the chair, yes it just was my time

Can't stand the pressure
Oh yea not to mention
By head is gone to suicidal depression
It rips through my flesh
Then it goes to my brain to refresh
Things I wish I could repress

Everybody thinking that I'm the best
Everybody wanna be like the flex
Everybody wanna cash in these checks
But they don't wanna know what it does to your head

For years and years I have been mentally vexed
Killing these shows, driving off in corvettes
Smoking my weed, and getting these girls wet
Murdered the game now they know I'm a threat

Keeping it evil, I stuck to my roots
All for myself i got nothing to prove
You're looking at Satan; Your ultimate doom
Live in the catacombs, Sleep in the tombs
Up in the morning I'm feeling exhumed
Think violent thoughts, they start to consume
Someone please help me don't know what to do
Someone please help me don't know what to do

Living for satan, My souls in his grip
Living my life just to eat up these scripts
Think you all big when you talking your shit
But when we're here in person you act like a bitch
I've died on the cross, I've paid for my sins
Satanic Messages carved in my skin
There's a war in my head that I won't ever win
You might think that I'm angry, I'm all in my zen

Smoking some tree, with a vodka and gin
Look at me now you know that I'm the man
When I take my life, I'll Die with a grin
Blow out my brains now in blood I will reign
Always ate good, no I've never been thin
With an asian girl, I'm eating chow mien
All these girls love me, I make them my slaves
Killing you rappers, I'm digging the graves



Credits
Writer(s): Malcolm Flex
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