Your Pretty Face Is Going to Hell. (feat. Kid Eli)
Driving an 80 on a 45
I think I'm running outta damn time
Too many hoes on my fucking line
So I beat em all like a drum line
Smoking this gas till it fuck up my head
I be seeing demons when I aint high
They continue to talk, I continue to plot
Ima take over this hell fire
I think I'm going to hell
Shit, fuck, might as well
Voices in my head talk
Ima run this shit, I don't wanna walk
Talking to these demons in my fucking head
Head filled with lies, ima pop em off
Kill em all to rot. you ask for a lil, ask for a lot, 666 put it on lock
Running back to the city in an all black jacket with the old man
Satan had his time now it's our turn
We come for your heart like a heart burn
Breathing fire like my name Bowser
I'm a mario nigga, bouncer
Shit i seen shoulda had a counselor
Phone calls woulda never helped her
King Kong, she the bitch with the blonde hair
I be causing these fires
All you niggas just shotters
Pew pew pew, on her
I find that shit amusing
Writing my thoughts in this demonic music
Open minded fuck a wrist and get through it
Cutting your pain away it makes you a nuisance
I think I'm running outta damn time
Too many hoes on my fucking line
So I beat em all like a drum line
Smoking this gas till it fuck up my head
I be seeing demons when I aint high
They continue to talk, I continue to plot
Ima take over this hell fire
I think I'm going to hell
Shit, fuck, might as well
Voices in my head talk
Ima run this shit, I don't wanna walk
Talking to these demons in my fucking head
Head filled with lies, ima pop em off
Kill em all to rot. you ask for a lil, ask for a lot, 666 put it on lock
Running back to the city in an all black jacket with the old man
Satan had his time now it's our turn
We come for your heart like a heart burn
Breathing fire like my name Bowser
I'm a mario nigga, bouncer
Shit i seen shoulda had a counselor
Phone calls woulda never helped her
King Kong, she the bitch with the blonde hair
I be causing these fires
All you niggas just shotters
Pew pew pew, on her
I find that shit amusing
Writing my thoughts in this demonic music
Open minded fuck a wrist and get through it
Cutting your pain away it makes you a nuisance
Credits
Writer(s): Eli Trayes, Malaki Smith
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