de_snipe_it5
Hold up wait a minute, I ain't got a fucking second
Now I'm in the kitchen sippin' juice
Loose screws and ghouls in my head
Make a noose out of shoestring
Pile of burning ashes on the floor from the black flame
I cannot cope with depression my sorrow is infinite
Hoping tomorrow is different but fuck it whatever
You're putting me down more than I have
I'm the grey fucking hound
Wrap me in a pack, Jack wearing all black
With a backpack it's a flashback
Oh, no
Swerving in my casket, everybody watching
Throwing flowers at my bed but I ain't dead yet so
Throw me inside of a lake made of fire
Rope round my neck only seems to get tighter
Of course my attire is made out of wire
The higher I get the more rhymes I can spit
Don't keep me waiting, I'm holding my breath
I ain't got a second to spare for myself
Hating myself why you think I can love you
So fuck you I'm hoping for nothing but death
Five-Nine with the real red eyes
$carecrow dropping off foes like flies
Trippin' in the kitchen with my four-five vice
Now I got a mission but I still can't fly
It's a homicide, a suicide or what
Liquified they spilling all my blood
Crucified I'm runnin' out of luck
Magnified the pain I call my drug
I'm hating myself feeling dread
Nothing inside me but pain in my chest
Infrared dot on my head no regret
Cutting my wrist I ain't breaking a sweat
Trynna better myself, but I can't
Maybe I'm rolling the wrong fucking plant
I don't understand
The Scarecrow is made out of sand
Fuck your religion, the devil is me where you been
Now I'm in the kitchen sippin' juice
Loose screws and ghouls in my head
Make a noose out of shoestring
Pile of burning ashes on the floor from the black flame
I cannot cope with depression my sorrow is infinite
Hoping tomorrow is different but fuck it whatever
You're putting me down more than I have
I'm the grey fucking hound
Wrap me in a pack, Jack wearing all black
With a backpack it's a flashback
Oh, no
Swerving in my casket, everybody watching
Throwing flowers at my bed but I ain't dead yet so
Throw me inside of a lake made of fire
Rope round my neck only seems to get tighter
Of course my attire is made out of wire
The higher I get the more rhymes I can spit
Don't keep me waiting, I'm holding my breath
I ain't got a second to spare for myself
Hating myself why you think I can love you
So fuck you I'm hoping for nothing but death
Five-Nine with the real red eyes
$carecrow dropping off foes like flies
Trippin' in the kitchen with my four-five vice
Now I got a mission but I still can't fly
It's a homicide, a suicide or what
Liquified they spilling all my blood
Crucified I'm runnin' out of luck
Magnified the pain I call my drug
I'm hating myself feeling dread
Nothing inside me but pain in my chest
Infrared dot on my head no regret
Cutting my wrist I ain't breaking a sweat
Trynna better myself, but I can't
Maybe I'm rolling the wrong fucking plant
I don't understand
The Scarecrow is made out of sand
Fuck your religion, the devil is me where you been
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Writer(s): Plamen Raev
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