Satan Does That Thing With His Tongue That You Like
I just want to slit my throat
Lean back watch the blood and smoke
Seep through the hole
I'm losing hope
Which way to go
Am I going to heaven or hell
I ain't going to hell
I'm going home where the devils roam
I find comfort as I burn alone
I burn alone so I can face the fronto to the dome
Straight to the dome I put the chrome
I let the trigger go
Here I go, here I go down that dead end road
Let me know if you need a ride
Want to die tonight
Sacrifice yourself inside the fire lets get high tonight
Cut not once maybe twice
That should suffice
Lace the blunt up in the dip take a hit now just close your eyes
Fuck a boogie with a hoodie
I'm a bulley with the pulley
Ski masked up I'm robbin goodies nigga, hold up
And the money's always flowing
And we ride it like we stole it
But not in the middle of the sermon
Genocide yeah I'm on that devil shit
Suicide slit my wrists for the hell of it
Coincide get a grip go along with
Satisfied let him rise bring the apocalypse
I'm the man with the plan I don't talk no shit
It began with a gram and a black four fifth
Superman hella bands all up in my fists
Jackie Chan on them xans on my kung-fu shit
But I like to use my gun
Tommy gun fun with the hundred round drum
No suboxone on my tongue
Load me up another one
Lean back watch the blood and smoke
Seep through the hole
I'm losing hope
Which way to go
Am I going to heaven or hell
I ain't going to hell
I'm going home where the devils roam
I find comfort as I burn alone
I burn alone so I can face the fronto to the dome
Straight to the dome I put the chrome
I let the trigger go
Here I go, here I go down that dead end road
Let me know if you need a ride
Want to die tonight
Sacrifice yourself inside the fire lets get high tonight
Cut not once maybe twice
That should suffice
Lace the blunt up in the dip take a hit now just close your eyes
Fuck a boogie with a hoodie
I'm a bulley with the pulley
Ski masked up I'm robbin goodies nigga, hold up
And the money's always flowing
And we ride it like we stole it
But not in the middle of the sermon
Genocide yeah I'm on that devil shit
Suicide slit my wrists for the hell of it
Coincide get a grip go along with
Satisfied let him rise bring the apocalypse
I'm the man with the plan I don't talk no shit
It began with a gram and a black four fifth
Superman hella bands all up in my fists
Jackie Chan on them xans on my kung-fu shit
But I like to use my gun
Tommy gun fun with the hundred round drum
No suboxone on my tongue
Load me up another one
Credits
Writer(s): Gerald Pitman
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- OOOPS... I BURNT MYSELF - Single
- As Above/So Below Me - Single
- The Devil You Know - EP
- Bullsmakemoney/Bearsmakemoney/Pigsgetslaughtered - Single
- Wolf of Prospect - Single
- Hanging On By a Thread - Single
- F**k You - Single
- Voids
- School Shooter Welcoming Committee
- The Pandemic Made Me Rich, But I Still Want To Die...
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