歌词
***** I got ice on my wrist
That's to stop to slice from swelling
***** I'll burn a ******* church and sell the ashes to the reverend
Ask the weapon
Ain't no stepping
Ain't no climbing
***** I'm sliding and I wreck it
Curbs getting swerved over
***** I murder then repress it
Life full of lessons and I didn't learn s**t
So I burned the school too
Got a sandbox full of ashes for the kids
Catch me shining in the Lac
Got a diamond painted black
Frame in tact
Flame is back
Get the **** up off the grid
Hi, I want to die
Black out my eyes and crucify
I find in Satan's eyes
Carry my sixes around with pride
Killer, killer sweeping the bodies
Tony the Tommy with grip on the shotty
Low life creeping and plotting
Suboxone on me with a script of neurotin
Body numb speaking in tongues
O***m tar in my lungs
Pistol packing skull cracking
I'm that ******* gothic savage
Vampire laced in satin
Love to catch a **** boy lacking
Cadillac macking crackhead
Tracking all who slacking ratting
******* with the evil ones straight from the crypt
Drenched in the blood from the souls that I rip
Creep through the darkness, I'm murdering bustas
I'm huntin whatever's inside of my circuits
I'm burning these bodies, I'm diggin up graves
Stuck in the place where Jesus won't save
Triple 6, Satan's kids
G to the 59 don't play s**t
Serial killers we sellin our souls
****** with us and your body will fold
Step in the shadow where nobody knows
Begging for life but it's instantly cold
Voices inside of my head
Pitted for murder and blood to be shed
Creep out the darkness, the devil once said
If you ******* with him then it's death to ya head
Murda
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