Ashes

All u little bastards are getting mad at me, hold up
Get back, ima need about fifty, hold up
Big racks, come and get a bag with me, hold up
Ass backwards, that's blasphemy, hold up
Jaw jacking and talking back to me, hold up
Never had any
What you asking me, hold up
Back stab, coulda got a bag with me, hold up
Get back ima need about fifty, hold up

I walk around like my shit don't stink
Talk down, break your shit, okay
Might just fuck your bitch whole face
give her dick so hard that her ribs gonna break
That there not my bitch, no way
I can't love that bitch, no way
She say that's my kid
Okay, Jerry Springer ass bitch
Steve Wilkos, aye

Hold up, scroll down, now I'm looking at the news
See a bunch of dead bodies, but I don't see you
You don't get it, but you got it, and I got that too
If you really was about it, you'da popped back too
Now shut up
Wait, nobody's talking
I got so fucked up
My consciousness restarted

Now all I know is the dust
That we've collected is grey
And we return to the dust
I'll make you pray for the day
And all I know is the dust
That we've collected is grey
What a waste, running in place
Waiting to be returned to the ashes
Praying for spaceships, aliens, angels and Satan to save us
Just wait for the day
Pray for the day, stop

I don't need a pep talk, I just need a check
Talking outta your neck, you'll get wrecked with a headshot
I don't see the money where
Your mouth's at, hush
I spit dope real fast, that's meth talk
You don't really want that, You don't really mean that
Poultry with no wings can't fly
Tell me what you wanna do, I'll tell you what you're gonna do
I'll shoot your shit right outta the sky

Now who you
Do chaos magic voodoo
Witchcraft, my strap go doof doof
You doofus, stupid
Movement, lucid, I do it in my sleep
I move through
My baseball bat go through you
You do too much
I do too
Them loose lips sink your crew ship
Hope u can swim

All u little bastards are getting mad at me, hold up
Get back, ima need about fifty, hold up
Big racks, come and get a bag with me, hold up
Ass backwards, that's blasphemy, hold up
Jaw jacking and talking back to me, hold up
Never had any
What you asking me, hold up
Back stab, coulda got a bag with me, hold up
Get back ima need about fifty, hold up



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Writer(s): Mark Freaney
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