Supplier

Drugs they keep on buying
Mommas at home crying
All they sons keep dying
But I keep supplying

God I keep defying
Gotta keep on the flying
God cut off my angels wings
Oh god oh no I'm dying

Pop pop pop

When ya fucking with my money
No fucking money I'm fucking ugly
When I get the money
Bitches wanna love me

No I ain't no fucking dummy
Leave ya body bloody

On the ritual floor
Now I'm hearing all my demons roar
Cuz I'm sacrificing all these whores
To the devil
Ancients Magicks yeah I fucking meddle



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Rutkowski
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