Heathens
Ride for my heathens
In the chevy drop top
Dotti in the back slump with a blunt
Blanxx in the front
Shouting at ya bitch
Hangin out the window
Fucking blasting morbid tunes with my goons
Actin' like a loon
I don't ever wanna come off of this cloud ah
Feeling high
Three or Die we forever ride
Ya Ya Ya
Focus
Simmer fucking down now
Difference of a king and a clown
We know when to fuck around
G A Z twisted fingers when I sleep
Six feet deep
Even maggots too afraid to take a bite of me
I'm a heathen
I'm a heathen
Only thing that I believe in
I've had thirteen knives in my back
But I'm still Breathing
I'm not bleeding
I'm not leaving
Give a fuck what you believe in
I'm a bonafide cretin banging with a gang of demons
Rollin' with the crows
Chrome blowing til' we're fucking peaking
Ya my bitch so fleeking
I'm might breed another heathen
I'm a drip spiller
Cold beat Killer
Spitting into the microphone
Foam cup filler
Back in black
I'm blacking out
From acting out of line
I think it's time
I end the lines
I press rewind
And let the hook sing cause I
Got a couple bad mother fuckers at the ready
Sweaty in the palms but I hold the tool really Fucking steady
Catch me in the grave robbing from your stale body
Cold blooded body gutted for the second flurry
Running the same clothes
Running the same flows
Some of y'all sharing the same hoes
Chatting the shit could give a fuck so
Cuff a bitch just to get played like a domino
Six dots in ya shirt
Red rum I like to flirt with
In the chevy drop top
Dotti in the back slump with a blunt
Blanxx in the front
Shouting at ya bitch
Hangin out the window
Fucking blasting morbid tunes with my goons
Actin' like a loon
I don't ever wanna come off of this cloud ah
Feeling high
Three or Die we forever ride
Ya Ya Ya
Focus
Simmer fucking down now
Difference of a king and a clown
We know when to fuck around
G A Z twisted fingers when I sleep
Six feet deep
Even maggots too afraid to take a bite of me
I'm a heathen
I'm a heathen
Only thing that I believe in
I've had thirteen knives in my back
But I'm still Breathing
I'm not bleeding
I'm not leaving
Give a fuck what you believe in
I'm a bonafide cretin banging with a gang of demons
Rollin' with the crows
Chrome blowing til' we're fucking peaking
Ya my bitch so fleeking
I'm might breed another heathen
I'm a drip spiller
Cold beat Killer
Spitting into the microphone
Foam cup filler
Back in black
I'm blacking out
From acting out of line
I think it's time
I end the lines
I press rewind
And let the hook sing cause I
Got a couple bad mother fuckers at the ready
Sweaty in the palms but I hold the tool really Fucking steady
Catch me in the grave robbing from your stale body
Cold blooded body gutted for the second flurry
Running the same clothes
Running the same flows
Some of y'all sharing the same hoes
Chatting the shit could give a fuck so
Cuff a bitch just to get played like a domino
Six dots in ya shirt
Red rum I like to flirt with
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Mccabe
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