Carcass
DECEASED
Fuck this
Imma murder this shit
Squeezing on your neck like a sponge in this bitch
I don't really give a fuck come and fight me lil snitch
I aint even gonna tuck because I know you gonna flinch
Fuck this
Imma different kinda punk
Hear you talking crazy then I stuff you in the trunk
You can call it what you want I don't really give a fuck
You can see me blurring out and you say its only luck
No way I been hanging in the door way
Straight shooting through your brain with an Ak
Blood splat you could say its a new fade
No way that you say that you don't want smoke
I been spitting out my shit but I wont stay broke
I be creeping through your wallet cuz you snorting all my coke
And you know my names deceased so you better not provoke bitch
What the fuck were they thinking
It's JOHNBONE and DECEASED
Fuck this imma murder this shit
Straight killing all these fools
With the blood to my limbs
And my hand on the wheel
Stick a knife in my ribs
Just to make sure I'm still breathing
And this world is legit
Cruising down your street on our way to a meet
Me and DECEASED we been schema since 2017
Put the chrome to your dome hoe
You been in the wrong home
Highway to hell where'd it all go wrong
And yo relax
I bring this shit right fucking back
Like return on the tax
Or the ass so fat
Sipping the 1942
Just chilling in my tome
With my eyes sewed shut
Cuz my blood aint blue
And unbeknownst to you
I give you something new
I been mobbing in this bitch from the 6 to the moon
Break you teeth
Your chain
You screech
In pain
Cuz we living in vain but we tell the fucking truth
As I walk through the valley
Of the shadow of death
300 knights
But I got no regret
Catch me in shadows because I'm setting up my targets
Creeping through the night because I'm hunting in the darkness
Feeling like a butcher when I'm slicing with the sharpest
Roll you like a blunt cuz him cleaning up your carcass
Fuck this
Imma murder this shit
Squeezing on your neck like a sponge in this bitch
I don't really give a fuck come and fight me lil snitch
I aint even gonna tuck because I know you gonna flinch
Fuck this
Imma different kinda punk
Hear you talking crazy then I stuff you in the trunk
You can call it what you want I don't really give a fuck
You can see me blurring out and you say its only luck
Fuck this
Imma murder this shit
Squeezing on your neck like a sponge in this bitch
I don't really give a fuck come and fight me lil snitch
I aint even gonna tuck because I know you gonna flinch
Fuck this
Imma different kinda punk
Hear you talking crazy then I stuff you in the trunk
You can call it what you want I don't really give a fuck
You can see me blurring out and you say its only luck
No way I been hanging in the door way
Straight shooting through your brain with an Ak
Blood splat you could say its a new fade
No way that you say that you don't want smoke
I been spitting out my shit but I wont stay broke
I be creeping through your wallet cuz you snorting all my coke
And you know my names deceased so you better not provoke bitch
What the fuck were they thinking
It's JOHNBONE and DECEASED
Fuck this imma murder this shit
Straight killing all these fools
With the blood to my limbs
And my hand on the wheel
Stick a knife in my ribs
Just to make sure I'm still breathing
And this world is legit
Cruising down your street on our way to a meet
Me and DECEASED we been schema since 2017
Put the chrome to your dome hoe
You been in the wrong home
Highway to hell where'd it all go wrong
And yo relax
I bring this shit right fucking back
Like return on the tax
Or the ass so fat
Sipping the 1942
Just chilling in my tome
With my eyes sewed shut
Cuz my blood aint blue
And unbeknownst to you
I give you something new
I been mobbing in this bitch from the 6 to the moon
Break you teeth
Your chain
You screech
In pain
Cuz we living in vain but we tell the fucking truth
As I walk through the valley
Of the shadow of death
300 knights
But I got no regret
Catch me in shadows because I'm setting up my targets
Creeping through the night because I'm hunting in the darkness
Feeling like a butcher when I'm slicing with the sharpest
Roll you like a blunt cuz him cleaning up your carcass
Fuck this
Imma murder this shit
Squeezing on your neck like a sponge in this bitch
I don't really give a fuck come and fight me lil snitch
I aint even gonna tuck because I know you gonna flinch
Fuck this
Imma different kinda punk
Hear you talking crazy then I stuff you in the trunk
You can call it what you want I don't really give a fuck
You can see me blurring out and you say its only luck
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Writer(s): Jack Raymond Paradis
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