Plague of Darkness

I walk this road of darkness
I got no home my soul's the Arctic
Blast glock smoke on my target
The rotten bones stink the carcass
You get shot homes ya retarded
Stop ya jokes I'm just that heartless
No pot smoke can cure the darkest
Wit chop throats in the hardest
And bleeding with diseases
Of demons there's no believing
That Jesus is freeing
You from freezing
Take the piece to this fetus
It's the season of getting even
Like a present on Christmas
So stop testing I'm not a Christian
But I believe in heaven hit this
Stupid whore for Lucifer
With weapons on these women
And children there's no chillin
When my mental stress
Comes from the devil's breath
I can't get eternal rest
When my friends send the stress
Then the mess when I rest
My head to bed it's best I'm dead
Put lead in my head so don't test
My stress it's best you never bet
The Smith in Wesson ya chest
No vest when ya red at ten
So rest ya head at twelve
Ya yell for help from hell
Where the devil dwells
When the smell of death bells
Where ya sell yourself for wealth
But dwell for help in stealth
Might as well die and kill yourself
With twelve shells to help ya self
So don't take me for granted
I'll have ya praying in a casket
With babies in plastic
Even beating ladies til their ass flips
And raping them before the maskin
Tape leaves them drastic
Screaming Jesus save me dammit
Then go slay three faggots
With the bodies rotting of a posse
From the shottie hottie like coffee
Ya can't stop me so hate me faggot
Or ya surely be draining in acid
With my crazy laughing
I got eighty casket
Don't make me jack it
To another one eighty like Khaled
When I'm making Charlie Manson
Sound like a party scene
With Cardi B and Charlie Sheen
When I get Shady for relapsing
I got a daily habit
For taking bath salt packets
And give my recipe to my enemies
Wit weaponry that the devil scream
Of my entity racing like a rabbit
I hurt the ones I love
The curse from the drugs
I burn from the lust
And burst from the slugs
I was a nice man
Before I cut my life span
Popping some Vyvanse
And go cut five fags
With blood dries man
Then run to Iceland
I'm on the path of a target
I walk in the plague of darkness
Lost and have no harness
Ya glocks blast but harmless
No shots can stop the hardest
Gods wrath of the heartless
When I walk on the path
To the plague of the darkest
Where there's no laughs in
The casket of the departed