Fvcked Up
Middle of the night serpent gettin fucked up
Grippin on my blade sippin on my triple cup
Straight from the void comin from the black abyss
When i get to blastin yeah you know i never miss
Imma make a sacrifice and slash your fuckin throat
Ocean full off blood i'm gonna need a fuckin boat
Drag you to a farm and give the pigs a little feast
Gone without a trace no remains you got your peace
I'm a psycho where my mind go?
Suicidal homicidal
I got demons in my mind tho
I surpress by getting high woah
Smokin on my weed
Chillin in my tomb i flip a couple beats
Need the money i be lurkin in the streets
Skinny nigga with the sigil of the beast
Not a fuckin average
Motherfuckin savage
Everybody gettin wasted
Fuckin with a bad bitch
I be livin lavish
Servin up an m she take it
She gonna back it up back it up back it up we gettin crazy
Lovin the visuals she gettin physical feelin so wavy
Imma get a brand new ho
Imma do a line of snow
Chillin on a pedestal
Smokin on that medical
Slangin i got bags of dope
Motherfuckin on the low
Issa life it ain't no joke
Find me in the 0-1-0
In the 0-1-0 rollin in the east side
Dead since 98' all is hollow I can't even cry
Fuckin up my shit fuckin snitch are you tryna die
Pullup with stick better strip all your shit is mine
Yeah your family, they will weep, Slashed up piece by piece,
Float-floatin in the sea, like debris, your last memory
Buzz-buzzin of a perc, go bezerk, goth bitch wanna slurp
Crawlin out the dirt we about to cleanse the fuckin earth
Grippin on my blade sippin on my triple cup
Straight from the void comin from the black abyss
When i get to blastin yeah you know i never miss
Imma make a sacrifice and slash your fuckin throat
Ocean full off blood i'm gonna need a fuckin boat
Drag you to a farm and give the pigs a little feast
Gone without a trace no remains you got your peace
I'm a psycho where my mind go?
Suicidal homicidal
I got demons in my mind tho
I surpress by getting high woah
Smokin on my weed
Chillin in my tomb i flip a couple beats
Need the money i be lurkin in the streets
Skinny nigga with the sigil of the beast
Not a fuckin average
Motherfuckin savage
Everybody gettin wasted
Fuckin with a bad bitch
I be livin lavish
Servin up an m she take it
She gonna back it up back it up back it up we gettin crazy
Lovin the visuals she gettin physical feelin so wavy
Imma get a brand new ho
Imma do a line of snow
Chillin on a pedestal
Smokin on that medical
Slangin i got bags of dope
Motherfuckin on the low
Issa life it ain't no joke
Find me in the 0-1-0
In the 0-1-0 rollin in the east side
Dead since 98' all is hollow I can't even cry
Fuckin up my shit fuckin snitch are you tryna die
Pullup with stick better strip all your shit is mine
Yeah your family, they will weep, Slashed up piece by piece,
Float-floatin in the sea, like debris, your last memory
Buzz-buzzin of a perc, go bezerk, goth bitch wanna slurp
Crawlin out the dirt we about to cleanse the fuckin earth
Credits
Writer(s): Damyan Michael Hirschfeld
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