Demonic Possesion
Back from the dead
Put the gun to ya head hoe
Gotta couple niggas that'll do you for some bread so
Better lay low and my guns come with hollows
Rollin' the blunt
When I'm up in the cut
Keep the pole on me tucked
Aiming straight for ya mug
Yung Tony Prince keep about a hunnid spliffs
Yung Hustle Boys and you know that we fuckin yo bitch
Fuck kanine!
Know we smoke his ashes all the time
Fuck Kanine!
Caught the pussy at the red light
I know a yung dame that'll kill for fame
Don't feel no way when she peeling her face
Hearing her name when I'm tying the noose or the chain
I'm blaming the way i'm abused
She buckled the belt now her neck start to struggle
Her knuckles gon swell and then send her to hell
I chuckle so subtle I don't see the puddle of the blood from her wrist
Got a grin from the bliss
Now i drift in the mist
And the myth of the tunnel I wander the puzzle so subtle
But shattered my matter so I'm wearing a muzzle
It covers the scars and the muscles
No shame in pain
I'm hatin' this place and I'm cutting my veins
Till I'm dying in vain dug a grave in a lake to decay in my grace
No more faith
For death I won't not delay
(Santana)
Yung reaper lurking, murkin every hoe observing
Fuck Kanine!
Can't wait ill i catch his person
Imma pull up and dump shells with the pump
Double cups and a blunt when i fuck ya bitch up in the cut
Cuts on her palm cus she my love suicidal songs
I ain't no idol fuck a bible just pass me the bong
Yung rambo cuttin throats off the lambo
Smoking the indo my window stay tinted
My wrist is a blizzard from all of the slitting
Santana stay froze slit my wrist to the bone
I smoke grabba no more cus its roasting my throat
Stuck in a hole of my own and my cope is my ropes that I choke
And i know that you know
SO COLD
BITCH I FEEL IT IN MY BONES
NO HOPE FOR THIS YUNG TRAGIC BASTARD STUCK IN SNOW
SANTANA GOT NO MANNERS MAN I FUCK HER THEN I GO
WRAP HER LIKE A BANNER YOU CAN'T HAVE HER SHE A GHOST
Put the gun to ya head hoe
Gotta couple niggas that'll do you for some bread so
Better lay low and my guns come with hollows
Rollin' the blunt
When I'm up in the cut
Keep the pole on me tucked
Aiming straight for ya mug
Yung Tony Prince keep about a hunnid spliffs
Yung Hustle Boys and you know that we fuckin yo bitch
Fuck kanine!
Know we smoke his ashes all the time
Fuck Kanine!
Caught the pussy at the red light
I know a yung dame that'll kill for fame
Don't feel no way when she peeling her face
Hearing her name when I'm tying the noose or the chain
I'm blaming the way i'm abused
She buckled the belt now her neck start to struggle
Her knuckles gon swell and then send her to hell
I chuckle so subtle I don't see the puddle of the blood from her wrist
Got a grin from the bliss
Now i drift in the mist
And the myth of the tunnel I wander the puzzle so subtle
But shattered my matter so I'm wearing a muzzle
It covers the scars and the muscles
No shame in pain
I'm hatin' this place and I'm cutting my veins
Till I'm dying in vain dug a grave in a lake to decay in my grace
No more faith
For death I won't not delay
(Santana)
Yung reaper lurking, murkin every hoe observing
Fuck Kanine!
Can't wait ill i catch his person
Imma pull up and dump shells with the pump
Double cups and a blunt when i fuck ya bitch up in the cut
Cuts on her palm cus she my love suicidal songs
I ain't no idol fuck a bible just pass me the bong
Yung rambo cuttin throats off the lambo
Smoking the indo my window stay tinted
My wrist is a blizzard from all of the slitting
Santana stay froze slit my wrist to the bone
I smoke grabba no more cus its roasting my throat
Stuck in a hole of my own and my cope is my ropes that I choke
And i know that you know
SO COLD
BITCH I FEEL IT IN MY BONES
NO HOPE FOR THIS YUNG TRAGIC BASTARD STUCK IN SNOW
SANTANA GOT NO MANNERS MAN I FUCK HER THEN I GO
WRAP HER LIKE A BANNER YOU CAN'T HAVE HER SHE A GHOST
Credits
Writer(s): Sebastian Cuicas
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