red lake - demo
Let's go mane
I think imma hit you
With that pistol mane
Die in vain
No one gonna be there
When you inside the grave
Keep a fang, took it from
The only dragon that I slain
Don't diss me mane
This anna that I shoot
Will never miss you mane
Thinking you can hang with me?
Even though you really can't
Crucifix, put me on the cross and
Then Begin to burn it
What'd you say?
Talking through your breath
Gon' earn you a fade
Never sleep, keep my eyes open
Then begin to creep
Under your bed, I can see you
In the sheets I slit your neck
Open and closin' the portal to
Hell is a place you can get when
You're already dead, on my set
We gon' push you off the block
You leakin' bad, lake of red
Drownin' in the blood of
Everyone you met, nightmare
You will never ever ever
Wake from that
I do not feel your composure
When i'm ridin' over your corpse
There's no way to get closure
Sent to hell, i'm in 9th circle
You can't get closer, step to me
Only thing I do, is begin to
Fold ya, glock 17 to your skull
'Cause you were being noisey
Sent to hell, i'm in 9th circle
You can't get closer, step to me
Only thing I do, is begin to
Fold ya, glock 17 to your skull
'Cause you were being noisey
I think imma hit you
With that pistol mane
Die in vain
No one gonna be there
When you inside the grave
Keep a fang, took it from
The only dragon that I slain
Don't diss me mane
This anna that I shoot
Will never miss you mane
Thinking you can hang with me?
Even though you really can't
Crucifix, put me on the cross and
Then Begin to burn it
What'd you say?
Talking through your breath
Gon' earn you a fade
Never sleep, keep my eyes open
Then begin to creep
Under your bed, I can see you
In the sheets I slit your neck
Open and closin' the portal to
Hell is a place you can get when
You're already dead, on my set
We gon' push you off the block
You leakin' bad, lake of red
Drownin' in the blood of
Everyone you met, nightmare
You will never ever ever
Wake from that
I do not feel your composure
When i'm ridin' over your corpse
There's no way to get closure
Sent to hell, i'm in 9th circle
You can't get closer, step to me
Only thing I do, is begin to
Fold ya, glock 17 to your skull
'Cause you were being noisey
Sent to hell, i'm in 9th circle
You can't get closer, step to me
Only thing I do, is begin to
Fold ya, glock 17 to your skull
'Cause you were being noisey
Credits
Writer(s): Manuel De La Torre
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