Deadman

Undead, forsaken
Im a giver, not a taker
Fuck with me, you a deadman
Undertaker

Ballin like lakers
On the shore waves breaking
Put the pen to the paper
Come with me, meet your maker yuh

These nights, heart racin'
Strobe lights, mind pacin'
Time wastin', bag chasin'
Cut a slice, roll the dice

Strapped to a chair
Stuck in a vice
Can't breathe no air
Trapped underneath the ice yuh

I don't need help from the prophet
To pray for him to fix my problems
Only kill to cleanse the evil
I'll do it non-profit,
No need to sugarcoat it
All I need is a .45 locked and loaded

In a new realm, who can I trust?
In a V12 and you hear the pipes bust
In a new space face full of angel dust
In my space, my home, trust is a must

In a new realm, who can I trust?
In a V12 and you hear the pipes bust
In a new space face full of angel dust.



Credits
Writer(s): Sean Knols
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