Death Dead Dead Dead Dead
Straight from the crypt I'm a dead man
Dead plan
Body full of blades I'm a hit man
Kill them
Smokin that thrax in the back all black with some gold shinin in my mouth like dat
Pass that boof imma pass right back I smoke my smoke Cali pack that smack
Runnin like a mother fuckkn bitch dude
Bad bars bad move bad fuckkn attitude
Really wanna get it like mike
Killin these hoes with the mic for the night
Never really felt to nice
Takin my blade to your Face mid fight
Puttin my body on ice
Sell my souls for the one time fuck life
Buck knife got a couple k on the run time
One rhyme turn into gat goin blast
Roll up on track and snap real fast
Crack that back with a baseball bat
Pop another pill till my brain collapse
Hang myself from the neck
This life is my regret
I don't deserve my breath
The eternal wrath I plan spread
Hang myself from the neck
This life is my regret
I don't deserve my breath
The eternal wrath I plan spread
Droppin a xan in my gin
Call it a potion
But more like a poison
Give a fuck though
Letting it eat through my organs
My body a temple
And I just destroy it
Honestly honestly
This shit so annoying
This life is not for me
Everywhere i go
Followed by misery and boredom
Dig myself an early grave
3 feet deep cause I'm to lazy
Ain't worth a real burial
Throw me in the dirt and
Let the worms devour my face
Yung carcass just another waste of space
Hellfire my fuckin fate
I would love to die
Fantasized my suicide
Now ill crucify
Show you a homicide in the night
Creeping out of sight, only death no light
You are the sacrifice
I am anti Christ
Life made me numb
Blade sharpened slit my wrists
Cop another fix to get me by
Fuck a sober life rather be high
Till i die
Never trusts again
Y'all fake to no end
Like i said
Don't cry when i die
Don't cry when i fucking die
Sick of all the lies
Just want peace of mind
Counting down the time
Leave me lone before i wet ya up
Fuck I'm not the one stabbem up throw the body's in the trunk
Dead plan
Body full of blades I'm a hit man
Kill them
Smokin that thrax in the back all black with some gold shinin in my mouth like dat
Pass that boof imma pass right back I smoke my smoke Cali pack that smack
Runnin like a mother fuckkn bitch dude
Bad bars bad move bad fuckkn attitude
Really wanna get it like mike
Killin these hoes with the mic for the night
Never really felt to nice
Takin my blade to your Face mid fight
Puttin my body on ice
Sell my souls for the one time fuck life
Buck knife got a couple k on the run time
One rhyme turn into gat goin blast
Roll up on track and snap real fast
Crack that back with a baseball bat
Pop another pill till my brain collapse
Hang myself from the neck
This life is my regret
I don't deserve my breath
The eternal wrath I plan spread
Hang myself from the neck
This life is my regret
I don't deserve my breath
The eternal wrath I plan spread
Droppin a xan in my gin
Call it a potion
But more like a poison
Give a fuck though
Letting it eat through my organs
My body a temple
And I just destroy it
Honestly honestly
This shit so annoying
This life is not for me
Everywhere i go
Followed by misery and boredom
Dig myself an early grave
3 feet deep cause I'm to lazy
Ain't worth a real burial
Throw me in the dirt and
Let the worms devour my face
Yung carcass just another waste of space
Hellfire my fuckin fate
I would love to die
Fantasized my suicide
Now ill crucify
Show you a homicide in the night
Creeping out of sight, only death no light
You are the sacrifice
I am anti Christ
Life made me numb
Blade sharpened slit my wrists
Cop another fix to get me by
Fuck a sober life rather be high
Till i die
Never trusts again
Y'all fake to no end
Like i said
Don't cry when i die
Don't cry when i fucking die
Sick of all the lies
Just want peace of mind
Counting down the time
Leave me lone before i wet ya up
Fuck I'm not the one stabbem up throw the body's in the trunk
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Writer(s): Dyealone
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