Terror
Walking though the fucking woods
Grip my axe and throw my hood
Take my life I wish I could
Nothing left of where I stood
Maxing out the credit cards
Putting mags into the BAR
Strapping C4 to my car
Crowded place with no regard
Fuck around and find out
How you're gonna fucking bleed out
Yung $cythe treading with the motherfucking nina
$hooter $teve sinning with the motherfucking ruger
Take my soul to the motherfucking reaper
Tote my pipe
I bring it to the fight
Aim down sights
Bitch I'll make it fucking light
Bomb the block
Gonna make your skull pop
Fuck these feds
Yeah I'll leave em fucking dead
Make a holy painting with your blood up on the wall
Call the fucking cops I don't give a fuck at all
Now way bitch I don't think I can recall
How many pills it takes for me to fucking fall
Era divided by decay and violence
Terror to shoot up and then to be silenced
Hallow the dead and make praise to the highest
Never break vision because I'm the tyrant
Nothing but demons are clouding my mind
5150 the psych quarter crimes
Fear come on out from the end of my knife
Fuck holding hope don't you just want to die
Lil Neck Rope gonna lose his motivation
I'm just dead just a Lil Radiation
Rolling of the guillotine decapitation
Living on epithets Yung Circumcision
Rope in my hand but I don't want to do it
Breaking my head with my thoughts and convictions
Looking back on my life of addictions
My future is gone just nothing but wishes
Grip my axe and throw my hood
Take my life I wish I could
Nothing left of where I stood
Maxing out the credit cards
Putting mags into the BAR
Strapping C4 to my car
Crowded place with no regard
Fuck around and find out
How you're gonna fucking bleed out
Yung $cythe treading with the motherfucking nina
$hooter $teve sinning with the motherfucking ruger
Take my soul to the motherfucking reaper
Tote my pipe
I bring it to the fight
Aim down sights
Bitch I'll make it fucking light
Bomb the block
Gonna make your skull pop
Fuck these feds
Yeah I'll leave em fucking dead
Make a holy painting with your blood up on the wall
Call the fucking cops I don't give a fuck at all
Now way bitch I don't think I can recall
How many pills it takes for me to fucking fall
Era divided by decay and violence
Terror to shoot up and then to be silenced
Hallow the dead and make praise to the highest
Never break vision because I'm the tyrant
Nothing but demons are clouding my mind
5150 the psych quarter crimes
Fear come on out from the end of my knife
Fuck holding hope don't you just want to die
Lil Neck Rope gonna lose his motivation
I'm just dead just a Lil Radiation
Rolling of the guillotine decapitation
Living on epithets Yung Circumcision
Rope in my hand but I don't want to do it
Breaking my head with my thoughts and convictions
Looking back on my life of addictions
My future is gone just nothing but wishes
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Writer(s): Seth Arce
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