back 2 hell
The virtual curves of a psychical world
And y'all bitches can't seem to be any concerned
Fucked up again, I'm not meant to be heard
Do not want to believe, all I want is your word
You won't get anything you don't deserve
You need killer instinct to give you all the nerve
Don't pay no tribute to king that you serve
Cause I betcha that crown he wears isn't deserved
Eye for an eye bitch ill leave ya blind (oh, nono)
Kami got problems that ain't gon subside
Need something strong to distract my mind
Night after night I wonder what you think you will find in me.
Kamikaze got no glee
Hide my face in a mask then flee
Fuck y'all bitches, make me scared to be myself
Y'all got remorse to some degree?
I doubt it
Fuck a killing spree
There's a special place in hell for people who forces down knees
RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN!
Before I take a bat to yo clique
RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN!
Slice with blade, that'll do the trick
Slice with blade, that'll do the trick
Damn, that was dark as fuck
Kamikaze with the roddy watch him catching bodies
A year later rapping like it wasn't ever exotic
See the strip lights at 15, repping Bacardi
Only lifestyle was flying jets, uh, the finale
Was too cool for school I always left the party early
Was a special type of person you'd see at the Stirling
Swerving at the pool, oh he makes somebody worth it
Like the type of conversation you'd be tatted hurtless
See your pockets full of lies like all my verses
Couple bottles in, and all your money's worthless
I steal all your shit, like I always lived suburban
Asking don't hit me up, cause, "My mind is hurting"
And my hearse is in it
Watch the curtains finish
Watch yo back, uh, cause we imburse the quickest
Checking that, while, you aren't working with it
Take me back to the days I had to batshit
Back to hell
Back to hell
I'll drag you down
Drag you down
All the bodies on the steps
I won't settle for less
The fucks with all this stress
Why you in distress
Whisper in your ear
There's nothing to fear
I'll be over quick
Clicked like the clip switch
Switch like the beat did
Snap like my psyche
Back on my bullshit
There's no end to this
All the shit I did?
No cap and that's the facts
I really ain't no bitch
But I got a mean bite
Hellhound trying to fight
I don't need no sight
Smell your fear that's right
Bring your ass to hell
That's the deal I sell
Like a demon there's no out
I'mma drag you down
666 feet underground
Back to hell, back to hell
There's no way out, no way out
I'll drag you down, drag you down
Drag you down, back to hell
And y'all bitches can't seem to be any concerned
Fucked up again, I'm not meant to be heard
Do not want to believe, all I want is your word
You won't get anything you don't deserve
You need killer instinct to give you all the nerve
Don't pay no tribute to king that you serve
Cause I betcha that crown he wears isn't deserved
Eye for an eye bitch ill leave ya blind (oh, nono)
Kami got problems that ain't gon subside
Need something strong to distract my mind
Night after night I wonder what you think you will find in me.
Kamikaze got no glee
Hide my face in a mask then flee
Fuck y'all bitches, make me scared to be myself
Y'all got remorse to some degree?
I doubt it
Fuck a killing spree
There's a special place in hell for people who forces down knees
RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN!
Before I take a bat to yo clique
RUN, RUN, RUN, RUN!
Slice with blade, that'll do the trick
Slice with blade, that'll do the trick
Damn, that was dark as fuck
Kamikaze with the roddy watch him catching bodies
A year later rapping like it wasn't ever exotic
See the strip lights at 15, repping Bacardi
Only lifestyle was flying jets, uh, the finale
Was too cool for school I always left the party early
Was a special type of person you'd see at the Stirling
Swerving at the pool, oh he makes somebody worth it
Like the type of conversation you'd be tatted hurtless
See your pockets full of lies like all my verses
Couple bottles in, and all your money's worthless
I steal all your shit, like I always lived suburban
Asking don't hit me up, cause, "My mind is hurting"
And my hearse is in it
Watch the curtains finish
Watch yo back, uh, cause we imburse the quickest
Checking that, while, you aren't working with it
Take me back to the days I had to batshit
Back to hell
Back to hell
I'll drag you down
Drag you down
All the bodies on the steps
I won't settle for less
The fucks with all this stress
Why you in distress
Whisper in your ear
There's nothing to fear
I'll be over quick
Clicked like the clip switch
Switch like the beat did
Snap like my psyche
Back on my bullshit
There's no end to this
All the shit I did?
No cap and that's the facts
I really ain't no bitch
But I got a mean bite
Hellhound trying to fight
I don't need no sight
Smell your fear that's right
Bring your ass to hell
That's the deal I sell
Like a demon there's no out
I'mma drag you down
666 feet underground
Back to hell, back to hell
There's no way out, no way out
I'll drag you down, drag you down
Drag you down, back to hell
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Writer(s): Joshua Lamar
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