Misery

Mr. 51-to-the-7, don't you get your melon popped (Popped)
Canary stones, yellow gold, look like lemon drops
I feel like I'm Carrot Top the way they give me props (What?)
He swear he a killer, but I-I-I know he not
Now I'm back in the cellar
Don't you risk it for some cheddar
Yellow Testarossa revving
Every city
Every venue
"DeadBoy" what they yellin'
"Young BONES" what they feelin'
Demon sent you up to heaven
Weapon lift you like a Chevy
Lifе or death up on my mind
Reposado in my belly
Rollin' smokе aimed that telly
Eyes glowin' like his belly
Red wing boots, iced up like I'm Zeddy
Cut you up and hit my ceiling
DND, don't hit my celly

24-7, I'm in my head
25-8, I'm seeing red
No, I don't want it but it's just how I'm programmed
Wanna stop, I can't (What?)
I'm mentally MIA
I'm physically AFK
IRL, I'm lagging every night and every day (SESH!)

Came from the place where the people don't change
Where they redneck, shotgun banging (Bangin')
Cornfield looking like a graveyard
Body disintegrate before they get you (Get—)
Came from the place where the people don't change
Where they redneck, shotgun banging (Bangin')
Cornfield looking like a graveyard
Body disintegrate before they get you (Get you)
(What?)