Super Creep
Ride into the night
I slide inside a dream
Screaming
Frightened
Right around the corner
I'll be Creeping
Hear you weeping
In your sleep
Eternally
Leaping for your throat
Till you choke
I still got the fucking switch inside my coat
Leave drowning in the moat
Hit the dirt
Now you're toast
Blanxx the one that got the most
Bitch you froze
Now a tag tied to your mother fucking toe
Leave you six feet down below
There's a rose
At the grave
Hear the woes
Heathens screaming to the crows
Ghostly mother fucker
Undercover
Upper cut
And take the uppers
Now you wonder
Who's underneath the covers
Suck it up
Until it's supper
Ambien before we slumber
Shovel out
Hear her shout
Put her down but I still love her
Creep in from the gutters
In the shadows I been hiding
I don't wanna hear no whining
Close the shutters
God is blinding
All they wanted to see is violence
I'm not here to please an audience
I'm just tryna test your souls feeble tolerance
What you fucking see is nothing but a dream
What you want to scream?
Open up and let it out
I dare you now
Silence all you hear
Sleeping causes fear
Cold sweats
Restrained to the bed
Waking up you're almost dead
40 Glock a chopping down a coppa
Feelin' homicidal
No emotion as I float around this empty silo
The resentment I feel for myself unbearable
Lemme go
Punchin' empty air
Heavy handed grab the pillow
Now it's on to something different
Running sweating down the street
Bones creeping out my feet
Hearing voices telling me
Represent the sick side
Something wicked planned for me
Body aching
Bloody knuckles
As I sat and punched the concrete
Then the devil said to me
You're my son
My Lord
My seed
Have some patience
And some good will come to thee
Love your brothers
All they got is you and me
You forever
We forever
Three Or Die or Rest In Peace
I slide inside a dream
Screaming
Frightened
Right around the corner
I'll be Creeping
Hear you weeping
In your sleep
Eternally
Leaping for your throat
Till you choke
I still got the fucking switch inside my coat
Leave drowning in the moat
Hit the dirt
Now you're toast
Blanxx the one that got the most
Bitch you froze
Now a tag tied to your mother fucking toe
Leave you six feet down below
There's a rose
At the grave
Hear the woes
Heathens screaming to the crows
Ghostly mother fucker
Undercover
Upper cut
And take the uppers
Now you wonder
Who's underneath the covers
Suck it up
Until it's supper
Ambien before we slumber
Shovel out
Hear her shout
Put her down but I still love her
Creep in from the gutters
In the shadows I been hiding
I don't wanna hear no whining
Close the shutters
God is blinding
All they wanted to see is violence
I'm not here to please an audience
I'm just tryna test your souls feeble tolerance
What you fucking see is nothing but a dream
What you want to scream?
Open up and let it out
I dare you now
Silence all you hear
Sleeping causes fear
Cold sweats
Restrained to the bed
Waking up you're almost dead
40 Glock a chopping down a coppa
Feelin' homicidal
No emotion as I float around this empty silo
The resentment I feel for myself unbearable
Lemme go
Punchin' empty air
Heavy handed grab the pillow
Now it's on to something different
Running sweating down the street
Bones creeping out my feet
Hearing voices telling me
Represent the sick side
Something wicked planned for me
Body aching
Bloody knuckles
As I sat and punched the concrete
Then the devil said to me
You're my son
My Lord
My seed
Have some patience
And some good will come to thee
Love your brothers
All they got is you and me
You forever
We forever
Three Or Die or Rest In Peace
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Mccabe
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