Corpse Kid - The Laws of Resurrection

Invitation to Reign

Articulate my ignorance, defining my decline
Bottom of the pit, baby I ain't got much time
I'll ask you how the tires taste, dark spots in mind
Rather die young than live amongst y'all sleeping flies

All my partners dipped in gold and baby that's the starter
Still bouncing like hydraulics like a '64 Impala
I got demons in my cup, I got witches in the cult
Tryna test motherfuck and you gon' turn into dust

Devil laws to make them angels fall
Here to settle scores, not call it off
Carve the triple six, then laugh it off
Bitch you know I make my enemies all crawl

You a dog boy, pussy pussy boy, where's your rage boy?
Fuck boy, finna turn you into a kill joy
Run boy, catch the spear that's thrown your fucking way boy
Burn your thoughts, count your breath
Shed you some new flesh hoe.

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Writer(s): Sebastien Del Prete
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