Pet Sematary
Dead friends knocking on my window
God said my body is a temple
22 pointed at my temple
Y'all don't really know what I've been through
Dead friends knocking on my window
God said my body is a temple
22 pointed at my temple
Y'all don't really know
Underneath the dirt, nothing's sunny from a coffin
Tongue spits shells, leave you bloody like a shotgun
Say you ain't a faker but you funny when the cops come
Say you chasing paper but that money's made of cotton
Sic 'em like cruise ships, Nikita Khruschev
Cold wars getting so Ruthless, I'm nuisance
Riveted by visions of you dead
Get River Styx if you try to give me your two cents
I am not alone, I'm a loner, aye
All your shit's so mediocre, aye
I don't wanna pose for your photos too fake
Fuckin' with a true blue great, new king
Fills cuts with Vodka, puff the Blanka
My cuts Baraka
No one loved me 'til the crows above me
Shed blood like Opera
Dead friends knocking on my window
God said my body is a temple
22 pointed at my temple
Y'all don't really know what I've been through
Dead friends knocking on my window
God said my body is a temple
22 pointed at my temple
Y'all don't really know
Put a bullet in your brain, that'll open up your third eye
Smoking on a strain 'til I'm floating where the birds fly
Worm-like, searching through the dirt with a searchlight
Showing off my fangs 'til they poke into the nerves like
Live suicide on TV, watch the anchor drop
Head bang get Lethwei'd in your Angkor Wat
Take your shot, let death take me I'm sanctified
I prolly shouldn't drive in this state of mind, uh
Lately I'm feeling off
My face is still peeling off
My brain is a cinder block
Throw flames at your synagogue
Miss me with your little quotes you misread
Don't mix me with the simple folks who misspeak
A miscreant grows 'til his foes are mincemeat
A rose still arose from six feet
Yes I am evil
Not a hundred percent, but I am evil
Evil has always existed
The perfect world most people seek shall never come to pass
We are all evil in some form or another
Are we not?
Dead friends knocking on my window
God said my body is a temple
22 pointed at my temple
Y'all don't really know what I've been through
Dead friends knocking on my window
God said my body is a temple
22 pointed at my temple
Y'all don't really know
God said my body is a temple
22 pointed at my temple
Y'all don't really know what I've been through
Dead friends knocking on my window
God said my body is a temple
22 pointed at my temple
Y'all don't really know
Underneath the dirt, nothing's sunny from a coffin
Tongue spits shells, leave you bloody like a shotgun
Say you ain't a faker but you funny when the cops come
Say you chasing paper but that money's made of cotton
Sic 'em like cruise ships, Nikita Khruschev
Cold wars getting so Ruthless, I'm nuisance
Riveted by visions of you dead
Get River Styx if you try to give me your two cents
I am not alone, I'm a loner, aye
All your shit's so mediocre, aye
I don't wanna pose for your photos too fake
Fuckin' with a true blue great, new king
Fills cuts with Vodka, puff the Blanka
My cuts Baraka
No one loved me 'til the crows above me
Shed blood like Opera
Dead friends knocking on my window
God said my body is a temple
22 pointed at my temple
Y'all don't really know what I've been through
Dead friends knocking on my window
God said my body is a temple
22 pointed at my temple
Y'all don't really know
Put a bullet in your brain, that'll open up your third eye
Smoking on a strain 'til I'm floating where the birds fly
Worm-like, searching through the dirt with a searchlight
Showing off my fangs 'til they poke into the nerves like
Live suicide on TV, watch the anchor drop
Head bang get Lethwei'd in your Angkor Wat
Take your shot, let death take me I'm sanctified
I prolly shouldn't drive in this state of mind, uh
Lately I'm feeling off
My face is still peeling off
My brain is a cinder block
Throw flames at your synagogue
Miss me with your little quotes you misread
Don't mix me with the simple folks who misspeak
A miscreant grows 'til his foes are mincemeat
A rose still arose from six feet
Yes I am evil
Not a hundred percent, but I am evil
Evil has always existed
The perfect world most people seek shall never come to pass
We are all evil in some form or another
Are we not?
Dead friends knocking on my window
God said my body is a temple
22 pointed at my temple
Y'all don't really know what I've been through
Dead friends knocking on my window
God said my body is a temple
22 pointed at my temple
Y'all don't really know
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Writer(s): Cody Allen Foster
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