Betrayed
Yeah, yeah
Skribbal
Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Boondox
Damius
(Killian Beatz)
Bringing you that raw shit
Knife to the backside feel that bitch sting
Imma put that mother fucker out his range, let it bang
Let it pop, drag his body on the rocks, let it drain
Dump the shawty in the swamp dirty rats get the blade
Back, back, back, in the days, 'fore I knew the wicked ways
I was simpin, living stupid, with no blueprint for the maze
So I navigated, gone through hell, and graduated
Hate flowin through my blood, never knew love, felt only pain
I would learn from the burn
Turn four dollars into eight
Turn eight into eighty g's
Touch my money catch a fade
(Yeah) Fiend to the culture, they vultures, surround they nest
Drag them mother fuckers to the depths, to they death (what)
Crack pipe preacher, (Yeah)
Smoke gon' reach ya (Yeah)
Flow so reaper (Yeah)
Stone Cold creature (Yeah)
Yo, I spin the world around with a skeleton hand
Developing weapons not even the fuckin devil could stand (Wicked)
Betrayed, mislead, deceived
By those that bout disloyalty
My closest one is stabbing me
Right in the back, how could this be?
And when he buried that knife up in my back
I felt it sink in
I felt it puncture my skin
And when he buried that knife up in my back
I felt it sink in
I felt it puncture my skin
I am not the devil cause I kick it with the heathens
I am not the anti-christ sent to lead the nonbelievers
I am not a demon feeding on the souls of all the weak and
I am not a preacher, preaching treason, leading them from Eden
I am something far worse, a wolf amongst the sheeple
Spreading evil with my people like a lethal verbal needle
Inject it into conscience so you fake empathy
To all these mindless mother fuckers we don't take sympathy
I need to see em all bleeding, screaming, pleading for the freedom
Of a death that we ain't bringing
There's no pain if you ain't breathing
Leave them all fuckin leaking with the slow drip
This is what happens when you speak and you don't know shit, forfeit
Ain't nobody gonna save your soul
Laying on your back in a 6 foot hole
Ain't nobody hearing your confession
This is on you, I just made the suggestion
Betrayed, mislead, deceived
By those that bout disloyalty
My closest one is stabbing me
Right in the back, how could this be?
And when he buried that knife up in my back
I felt it sink in
I felt it puncture my skin
And when he buried that knife up in my back
I felt it sink in
I felt it puncture my skin
Amputate a bitch's arms and legs cause I get off to it
Keeping her aware as she looks at me while I laugh at it
Taking no prisoners because it's not necessary
Here to fuck your shit up, like if I'm a mercenary
Calmness on my face is showing AND
Hatred inside me's growing AND
With or without you knowing I'M
Very close to exploding YOU
Better grab a gun, now you're on the run
Got the taste on my tongue, bout to get me some
The hunt is on, gotta get the guns drawn
Your head's blown off, you were dead by dawn
187 bitch, I'm all about the murder game
Keep talking tough and know you'll never fuckin be the same
As for all the witnesses, I doubt that they'll be saying shit
Told them all to stay silent, or they'll all end up just like this
Tried to let it go but you're the one that made it personal
Ego doesn't let you learn, that's fine as far as I'm concerned
Wickedness is spreading and it's time for me to take my turn
Now sit back and be ready to finally get what you deserve
Betrayed, mislead, deceived
By those that bout disloyalty
My closest one is stabbing me
Right in the back, how could this be?
And when he buried that knife up in my back
I felt it sink in
I felt it puncture my skin
And when he buried that knife up in my back
I felt it sink in
I felt it puncture my skin
Skribbal
Blaze Ya Dead Homie
Boondox
Damius
(Killian Beatz)
Bringing you that raw shit
Knife to the backside feel that bitch sting
Imma put that mother fucker out his range, let it bang
Let it pop, drag his body on the rocks, let it drain
Dump the shawty in the swamp dirty rats get the blade
Back, back, back, in the days, 'fore I knew the wicked ways
I was simpin, living stupid, with no blueprint for the maze
So I navigated, gone through hell, and graduated
Hate flowin through my blood, never knew love, felt only pain
I would learn from the burn
Turn four dollars into eight
Turn eight into eighty g's
Touch my money catch a fade
(Yeah) Fiend to the culture, they vultures, surround they nest
Drag them mother fuckers to the depths, to they death (what)
Crack pipe preacher, (Yeah)
Smoke gon' reach ya (Yeah)
Flow so reaper (Yeah)
Stone Cold creature (Yeah)
Yo, I spin the world around with a skeleton hand
Developing weapons not even the fuckin devil could stand (Wicked)
Betrayed, mislead, deceived
By those that bout disloyalty
My closest one is stabbing me
Right in the back, how could this be?
And when he buried that knife up in my back
I felt it sink in
I felt it puncture my skin
And when he buried that knife up in my back
I felt it sink in
I felt it puncture my skin
I am not the devil cause I kick it with the heathens
I am not the anti-christ sent to lead the nonbelievers
I am not a demon feeding on the souls of all the weak and
I am not a preacher, preaching treason, leading them from Eden
I am something far worse, a wolf amongst the sheeple
Spreading evil with my people like a lethal verbal needle
Inject it into conscience so you fake empathy
To all these mindless mother fuckers we don't take sympathy
I need to see em all bleeding, screaming, pleading for the freedom
Of a death that we ain't bringing
There's no pain if you ain't breathing
Leave them all fuckin leaking with the slow drip
This is what happens when you speak and you don't know shit, forfeit
Ain't nobody gonna save your soul
Laying on your back in a 6 foot hole
Ain't nobody hearing your confession
This is on you, I just made the suggestion
Betrayed, mislead, deceived
By those that bout disloyalty
My closest one is stabbing me
Right in the back, how could this be?
And when he buried that knife up in my back
I felt it sink in
I felt it puncture my skin
And when he buried that knife up in my back
I felt it sink in
I felt it puncture my skin
Amputate a bitch's arms and legs cause I get off to it
Keeping her aware as she looks at me while I laugh at it
Taking no prisoners because it's not necessary
Here to fuck your shit up, like if I'm a mercenary
Calmness on my face is showing AND
Hatred inside me's growing AND
With or without you knowing I'M
Very close to exploding YOU
Better grab a gun, now you're on the run
Got the taste on my tongue, bout to get me some
The hunt is on, gotta get the guns drawn
Your head's blown off, you were dead by dawn
187 bitch, I'm all about the murder game
Keep talking tough and know you'll never fuckin be the same
As for all the witnesses, I doubt that they'll be saying shit
Told them all to stay silent, or they'll all end up just like this
Tried to let it go but you're the one that made it personal
Ego doesn't let you learn, that's fine as far as I'm concerned
Wickedness is spreading and it's time for me to take my turn
Now sit back and be ready to finally get what you deserve
Betrayed, mislead, deceived
By those that bout disloyalty
My closest one is stabbing me
Right in the back, how could this be?
And when he buried that knife up in my back
I felt it sink in
I felt it puncture my skin
And when he buried that knife up in my back
I felt it sink in
I felt it puncture my skin
Credits
Writer(s): 0, Richard Leyba, Chris Rouleau, David Killian, David Hutto, Gabriel Vallejo
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