Bite My Tongue
Bite my tongue so it don't go down
Bitch I own the town
You a mother fucking clown aye
Why your chest so god damn cold?
Take it like a man, you was already told
Bitch I got your head in the scope
Pull the fucking trigger
Now I steal your hope
Bag em ice em let em rot
Mercy is not a god damn thought uh
Drag em through the hell I made
Welcome to my nightmare
Never see the pearly gates
This shit came fair and square uh
Coming from the mess you made
Catching smoke now you gon fade
Sitting at your crib
Now your heart goes numb
Panic in your motion
As you try to reach the chrome
But I never fucking stop
I'm aiming at your dome
Let the 40 blast like bang bang bang
Then I fucking skirt in a black mustang
Never use the dot I'm sharp like a fang uh
Feel the fucking blood go
Rush in my veins go
Dumb like a bozo
Paid like a promo
Fucked like a porno
Loyal like I'm todo
Wrecked like a total
Fast like I'm fatal
Ghosts sit by my mother fucking window
Like a black widow
Bitches say ditto
Thinking they slick tho
Mind my spit tho
Like a riddle
Played like a fiddle uh
No one even understands the game yuh
Spaceman on a race to claim a name yuh
Aye yuh
Bite my tongue, say a bitch gon die
Bitches wanna talk
And they never take a walk yuh
Bite like a shark
Or a shadow in the dark
Get rich like I'm stark
Ya I'm gonna leave my mark aye
Hear these voices fading out
Here the death bells calling out
An angels funeral or a devils revival
Am I dead? Am I right?
Am I dead, am I right?
Bitch I own the town
You a mother fucking clown aye
Why your chest so god damn cold?
Take it like a man, you was already told
Bitch I got your head in the scope
Pull the fucking trigger
Now I steal your hope
Bag em ice em let em rot
Mercy is not a god damn thought uh
Drag em through the hell I made
Welcome to my nightmare
Never see the pearly gates
This shit came fair and square uh
Coming from the mess you made
Catching smoke now you gon fade
Sitting at your crib
Now your heart goes numb
Panic in your motion
As you try to reach the chrome
But I never fucking stop
I'm aiming at your dome
Let the 40 blast like bang bang bang
Then I fucking skirt in a black mustang
Never use the dot I'm sharp like a fang uh
Feel the fucking blood go
Rush in my veins go
Dumb like a bozo
Paid like a promo
Fucked like a porno
Loyal like I'm todo
Wrecked like a total
Fast like I'm fatal
Ghosts sit by my mother fucking window
Like a black widow
Bitches say ditto
Thinking they slick tho
Mind my spit tho
Like a riddle
Played like a fiddle uh
No one even understands the game yuh
Spaceman on a race to claim a name yuh
Aye yuh
Bite my tongue, say a bitch gon die
Bitches wanna talk
And they never take a walk yuh
Bite like a shark
Or a shadow in the dark
Get rich like I'm stark
Ya I'm gonna leave my mark aye
Hear these voices fading out
Here the death bells calling out
An angels funeral or a devils revival
Am I dead? Am I right?
Am I dead, am I right?
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Writer(s): Zachary Thompson
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