Four to Be Dead
All you pussy boys are fucking trash
Step to the feelings you hide it might be your last
Step to me hoe like a semitone mood be the wrath as a goat cause I'm made as can be
Rabbit to Phillip a pentagram fall at my feet with sadistical fucking properties the horns Will hold the fear in me
Sacrifice your soul for me I need bodies to envy me yuh
Line em up I've got my cult not on my waist aye
The devil was a fallen angel so I'm in hell bitch
His wrists slit you Bow down to triple digits
Six six six and my crew is all full of witches
Tight like the tether I pull around my neck ritual call it tech cause I'm serving you all the Bullets
Slit the top ya wrist Ugh Hell is just an abyss I am deceased
Tortured but crawling up out the crypt
Fuckers act Loaded well I'm the fucking clip aye
Light is dead my orb suffering I said I'll take your soul cause I'm empty
Never had one of my own I'm numb go tempt me boy like I'm a mother fuckin pysco
Cause
All you pussy boys are fucking trash
Step to the feelings you hide it might be your last
Step to me hoe like a semitone mood be the wrath as a goat cause I'm made as can be
Rabbit to Phillip a pentagram fall at my feet with sadistical fucking properties the horns Will hold the fear in me
Hide out my shit life I don't know what's right
YDoubleR's back bodies lay upon tracks
Taking over my head ugh
Four to be dead
Step to the feelings you hide it might be your last
Step to me hoe like a semitone mood be the wrath as a goat cause I'm made as can be
Rabbit to Phillip a pentagram fall at my feet with sadistical fucking properties the horns Will hold the fear in me
Sacrifice your soul for me I need bodies to envy me yuh
Line em up I've got my cult not on my waist aye
The devil was a fallen angel so I'm in hell bitch
His wrists slit you Bow down to triple digits
Six six six and my crew is all full of witches
Tight like the tether I pull around my neck ritual call it tech cause I'm serving you all the Bullets
Slit the top ya wrist Ugh Hell is just an abyss I am deceased
Tortured but crawling up out the crypt
Fuckers act Loaded well I'm the fucking clip aye
Light is dead my orb suffering I said I'll take your soul cause I'm empty
Never had one of my own I'm numb go tempt me boy like I'm a mother fuckin pysco
Cause
All you pussy boys are fucking trash
Step to the feelings you hide it might be your last
Step to me hoe like a semitone mood be the wrath as a goat cause I'm made as can be
Rabbit to Phillip a pentagram fall at my feet with sadistical fucking properties the horns Will hold the fear in me
Hide out my shit life I don't know what's right
YDoubleR's back bodies lay upon tracks
Taking over my head ugh
Four to be dead
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Writer(s): Reece Bramley
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