NO SLEEP RADIO

With both eyes fixed
Wearily on my form
I wanted it
I wanted Halloween
This, not October 23rd
Was the true day of power
Not some foolish anniversary of evil long passed
But a holiday based entirely on fear

Yeah
Die
Die
Die
Cry
Die
Hate
Die
Cry
Die
Cry
Dyke
Cry

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Chillin' in chat with my niggas
They my bros
Me and Keithy heating stores 'bout the ghosts
Got my DC on the all time low
It's time for a heist and you already know

Up, down, left, right
Up, down, left, right
My foot, your ass
Tighter than brass
Brass
Brass
Brass
Brass
Brass
Ass

Die
Cry
Hate
Die
Cry
Hate
Die
Die

Doo, doo
Suck my poo, poo
Eating chew dude
I just like too
Eat Asian nuggets
In my fat dick



Credits
Writer(s): Trace Coles-soto
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