Voices in my head screaming to k** all you b**hes
Scared a** n***as always be the ones snitching
Whenever I close my eyes all I see's the devils face staring deep into my soul from a mysterious place
I'm trying to fall asleep but hell is all up in my vision, but I ain't a victim I picked them to put me in this position
I'd be lying if I said that I regret it though
It brings me infinite power and f**ing hella lettuce ho
I'm just a felon that is trying to f**ing go legit
All of my problems alleviated by the triple six
Feeling alienated but still I'm with your b**h
n***as say they're happy I made it but they're the ones that snitched
Crazy how n***as be faking you leave and they'll hit up your b**h
Thats why I keep to myself my girl and the Thirteen Records clique
Baphomet be the one swinging knuckles in the pit
Beat your a** bloody 'cause I love the smell of it
Get your blood on my fist then I take a lick
Ain't no love in this b**h only hollow tips
No escape once you're in my grips unless you cut your wrist. Feel my wrath when I speak, demons summoned quick
Blowing cess 'til I get possessed, rope around my neck
Staying stressed like I'm nailed upon a rotten crucifix
Beneath the surface these n***as f**ing serpents
I'm on probation two years 'cause they caught me f**ing serving
Searching for a victim in the night because I'm purging. Perfect whenever I'm spitting all of these curses
Burning, all of you p**y a** n***as churches
All I know in life is that nothing is ever certain
Riding around in suburban while I'm sipping bourbon trying to drown all my demons but in my mind they steady lurking
Boy my life is the omen I'll spear you like a samoan while I be steady chewing on shrooms and blowing on the potent
Shouts out to my soldiers mane Thirteen Records like boulders
We colder than ice and we quick as hell to hurt you
The devils the mane standing right behind the curtain
I'm slurping that ayahuasca now my third eye open
Now I ain't a person, demonic b**hes I flirt with. p**y mother f**ers ending up inside the hearse quick. Man my vocals shake the world and cause a f**ing earth quake. I manifest my dreams while you wallowing in a heart break
If you've got a problem boy run up
I'm suicidal, give a f** you put your gun up
Raised in the streets I was born in the gutter
Mother f**er don't you know that I eat rappers up for supper?
Thirteen Records we the hardest mother f**er did I stutter? Hit you like a hurricane now you need to put up the shutters. With the devil in my eyes and a mouth full of blotter first I tie him to a brick and then I throw him in the water