Third Degree (feat. Noaah)

Random Motherfucker OD
On my floor it's Christmas morning
Random motherfucker slumped out on my porch
It's fucking pouring
What's your name?
Why you came?
State your reason ain't important
Feel this wraith feel these flames
Burn in hell eternal scorching
I done let it slide before
Open up your eyes some more
Don't make me blow this nine some more
It ain't impossible to bring the apocalypse
Went through like five of them clips
Went through your pockets and yeah
I end up with your wallet bitch

Bitch it's torture in my bliss
I want to slit my fucking wrist
OxyContin got me craving
Yeah you know I never miss
I leave them walking in their piss
We bring on an apocalypse
Yea There's never gonna be time
When pain just simply don't exist
Downing till I'm drowning
Bitch I'm grinning while you frowning
Feel like Christmas with the way
The white has got a fucker counting
Pharmacy I'm pulling
steady grip the smith and Wesson
Couple bottles then banana clips
Up in the grocery section



Credits
Writer(s): Lukas Sisemore
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