Until the Last Flame Dies, And All Words Have Been Spoken

Wah, psycho ward to the mental, I'm a- Mental I'm a-
Wah, pyscho ward to the mental, I'm a- Mental I'm a-

Bound to eat some dirt, poking bitches for dessert
Keep my cut and learn before you bitches go berserk
Leave behind no trace and make a living out a herd
I'm 'bout to serve a couple nerds a double clip with hella burn, uh
Healing from a wound, I got no prayers to recite
Even though, my phone be poppin', it's because all of your lies
Cannot wait to fuck my life up, I can't wait to fuck your bitch
Just because I want to shut yo ass up, bunch of pussy leech

I got blades and ropes and dope, you can bet your life on it
Dope is my way to cope, I got Percs, they all for me
Noddin' off that green, for self-murder I'm a fiend
Ain't a motherfucker colder, I got homies in The Deep, ayy
Grab your fucking bible, bitch, I'm knocking on your door
Hear my Burning Steps like I'm gripping Matador
Coming from the Central to the motherfucking world
From the womb until my grave, all I spit is dim and cursed



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Writer(s): Ultra Be Thy Name
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