Conscious
Recently I can't give a fuck
Imma run up on that boy and purge him
Bless him
With unholy fire God don't deserve him
Deep in the back I killed him
Knocked him out I defeated him
Fill his stomach up with the holes from my blade
Somebody help him
Murder on my mind
Like its columbine
She can't feel her spine
Take his breath away
I went in for the kill
Blood is what I spilt
Take his life from him
Watch him decay
Glasses on me like I'm Urcle
She throw that ass in a circle
He hid from me like a turtle
She set him up he a sacrifice
I'm tweaking out like who am I
I need a new chain what's the price
Hit a nigga with the precise
I'm the president I am not the vice
Mask on me
Halloween getting close niggas think I'm Michael Myers
He want beef with me
Imma cook that nigga up put him in a fryer
Too high I needa' go higher
dick made her sing like she in a choir
She said I am her desire
I don't want a fat bitch I am not norbit
Black on me like I'm Batman
Two hoes like I'm Spiderman
One day you gone see me rolling up
Smoking in the scat man
Recently I can't give a fuck
Imma run up on that boy and purge him
Bless him
With unholy fire God don't deserve him
Deep in the back I killed him
Knocked him out I defeated him
Fill his stomach up with the holes from my blade
Somebody help him
If that boy wanna show up
Imma knock his brain make him fold up
Hollow tips make him blow up
Fucked his bitch made her throw up
If that boy wanna show up
Imma knock his brain make him fold up
Hollow tips make him blow up
Fucked his bitch made her throw up
Imma run up on that boy and purge him
Bless him
With unholy fire God don't deserve him
Deep in the back I killed him
Knocked him out I defeated him
Fill his stomach up with the holes from my blade
Somebody help him
Murder on my mind
Like its columbine
She can't feel her spine
Take his breath away
I went in for the kill
Blood is what I spilt
Take his life from him
Watch him decay
Glasses on me like I'm Urcle
She throw that ass in a circle
He hid from me like a turtle
She set him up he a sacrifice
I'm tweaking out like who am I
I need a new chain what's the price
Hit a nigga with the precise
I'm the president I am not the vice
Mask on me
Halloween getting close niggas think I'm Michael Myers
He want beef with me
Imma cook that nigga up put him in a fryer
Too high I needa' go higher
dick made her sing like she in a choir
She said I am her desire
I don't want a fat bitch I am not norbit
Black on me like I'm Batman
Two hoes like I'm Spiderman
One day you gone see me rolling up
Smoking in the scat man
Recently I can't give a fuck
Imma run up on that boy and purge him
Bless him
With unholy fire God don't deserve him
Deep in the back I killed him
Knocked him out I defeated him
Fill his stomach up with the holes from my blade
Somebody help him
If that boy wanna show up
Imma knock his brain make him fold up
Hollow tips make him blow up
Fucked his bitch made her throw up
If that boy wanna show up
Imma knock his brain make him fold up
Hollow tips make him blow up
Fucked his bitch made her throw up
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Writer(s): Rokyron Ashford
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