Husk of the Pit

Never gonna quit
I got to play and a cost for a chance just to cut on my wrist
Sit back, give an act, get the bag, let a bitch snap back to assist
Tell a motherfucker how to cope with no dope, more pain and a cyst
Healing with a kiss
One time for the fiend of the crack
Two more for the dose of the day
Got a shot to get out of the mud
To be fair, this is more than deserved
More drugs in exchange of a life
More grace to become what I want
Less suffering and minimum of dead
Less gain and more green for the soul, uh

I got the cash in my mind
Jewels and drugs, anythin' I can find
Motivated by pain deep inside
Sellin' myself, I'm rejecting your Christ
I got thorns tearing down on my skin
I've said it before, I would die for my kin
Rotten soul, hoe, I drown in my sin
Burning myself, I got cuts on my wrist
Death is my anthem, disaster my goal
Dreams of tranquility, hangin' the rope
I got no beautiful face or a soul
Both of 'em reason the noose on my throat
Fuck your prayers, I got no salvation
Eaten by maggots will be my temptation
Cockin' the nine, bitch, I sharpen the blade
World domination, proceed with damnation, uh



Credits
Writer(s): Angel Olivares, Isaac Lopez
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