demonias n docs

Demonias and Docs, double D's I ain't talking cups
Slit wrists and blood scars, want more ain't had enough
Spikes on her, iron maiden
Smoking zombie pack like I'm out in Kensington
Lurking through the Septa I be walking through the piss
Trying to get some rest baby kill me with your devil kiss
Black lace from overseas must've cost a couple pounds
Silver cross on her neck hanging upside down
Drove a stake through my chest
Ima run it up till I cardiac arrest
Ima get these bands then my gang gone do the rest
Like it's 2012, everybody listening to Kreayshawn
The Gucci, the Louis, the Fendi, the Prada
She don't want none of that she a goth soldier
And I know a couple gentlemen who keep it holstered
They ain't put you on a shirt put you on a poster

I just bought some Tripp pants I'm a rich poser
At the goth rave crip dance real closer
Ima go, killdozer
Running all my bands up, then it's over
Ima go, till the flowers bloom
Skipping on the line to the front of the boiler room
I'm over you
At least that's what I said when I hopped into the bed of a hoe
And I'm twenty now, and I'm still juugin these cans
Driving out the parking lot one twenty on the way to Sam's
Yemeni diamonds on my neck shining through the sewers
Who you catching in the bando, BOTB Longhairedjoe
And we breaking in your building put the gun up to the ceiling
Man you better get your hands down on the floor

Demonias and Docs, double D's I ain't talking cups
Slit wrists and blood scars, want more ain't had enough
Spikes on her, iron maiden
Smoking zombie pack like I'm out in Kensington
Lurking through the Septa I be walking through the piss
Trying to get some rest baby kill me with your devil kiss
Black lace from overseas must've cost a couple pounds
Silver cross on her neck hanging upside down



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Writer(s): King Cohen
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