Hell flex

Harrowed motherfucker walking 'round, wit' a script of meds
Schizo motherfuckers up and down, creep up to your bed
Load the pistol up with lead, hold your breath and count to ten
Point it to your fucking head and squeeze the trigger, dine in hell

Come and meet your maker, undertaker of the fucking realm
The flames of hell shine light for dead
The blood just swells, them corpses melt

Tippy-toeing on the ledge
Bitch I broke out of my cell
Founded my foundation ain't no funding I received from them

Let them find me dead

Ain't no finding, the fountain cries a lonely chant
Ain't no stopping, police don't understand the bottom
Underground the topic if you doubt it, come and try me
Underground the logic if you felt it then you know it (Ye)

Let them find me dead

Fuck all you puppets, bitch my Nina is psychotic
Sorry-sorry for the language ain't no google-ing my aesthetic
Do you wanna test my flow? (my flow)
See I smoke till my lungs choke (they choke)
See the rope tied around my throat (my throat)
See my body hanging off the oak (the oak)
Bitch I bleed down with the goats yet I'm the Shepherd of the cult
You can't kill no Corpse, 'cause the dead has climbed out of its toll

4 AM its time to go, bring the dro let's have a toast
Light the smo let's smoke a flow
Let 'em know just what I came here for

(Ye, Uh, Ye, Aye, Yuh)
(Yung Corpse till my fuckin' wrist-)