Basement Floor
Everybody's in the morgue
We're chillin on the basement floor
Been killing time with Deadman vibes
Dead men play no games late at night
We can String him up around the collar
He can be our hell man martyr
Forced to leave this realm of fun
The game we play has just begun
I've got 80k fuckers on the floor
Listen to my voice ring out
I'm bringing 80k more
It's like a insect to a flame
Yall niggas walkin to the morgue
We turn it up this shit a party
Nigga we can pop the cork
Pop a
Pop a
Pop a perk pop a xan
Promise that you won't even feel a thing
Promise that that don't have to be the end
Promise that I'm an angel not a
Devil
On the first floor
Won't you come down a level
In a day you could go away
Come on down and play
Buddy why don't you (Yeah)
Yeah
Yeah
Puff puff puff
Like the cult that could
Everyone is thrashing at the scene
They think they're safe but not with me
Take a glass
Have a sip
All desires plus a trip
Brick walls all around this humble oubliette
Why don't you take one look around
And see the blood pour at the morgue
Your poor soul can't fathom the havoc
That your devil has in store
You can't run
You can't hide
We can play a game with knives
Pain is just your own creation
And the pleasure makes you high
Everybody's in the morgue
We're chillin on the basement floor
Been killing time with Deadman vibes
Dead men play no games late at night
We can String him up around the collar
He can be our hell man martyr
Forced to leave this realm of fun
The game we play has just begun
We're chillin on the basement floor
Been killing time with Deadman vibes
Dead men play no games late at night
We can String him up around the collar
He can be our hell man martyr
Forced to leave this realm of fun
The game we play has just begun
I've got 80k fuckers on the floor
Listen to my voice ring out
I'm bringing 80k more
It's like a insect to a flame
Yall niggas walkin to the morgue
We turn it up this shit a party
Nigga we can pop the cork
Pop a
Pop a
Pop a perk pop a xan
Promise that you won't even feel a thing
Promise that that don't have to be the end
Promise that I'm an angel not a
Devil
On the first floor
Won't you come down a level
In a day you could go away
Come on down and play
Buddy why don't you (Yeah)
Yeah
Yeah
Puff puff puff
Like the cult that could
Everyone is thrashing at the scene
They think they're safe but not with me
Take a glass
Have a sip
All desires plus a trip
Brick walls all around this humble oubliette
Why don't you take one look around
And see the blood pour at the morgue
Your poor soul can't fathom the havoc
That your devil has in store
You can't run
You can't hide
We can play a game with knives
Pain is just your own creation
And the pleasure makes you high
Everybody's in the morgue
We're chillin on the basement floor
Been killing time with Deadman vibes
Dead men play no games late at night
We can String him up around the collar
He can be our hell man martyr
Forced to leave this realm of fun
The game we play has just begun
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Writer(s): Zacharia Lo
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