[Verse 1]
Looking for the murda when I run inside
Put a gun up to your mouth that's a 45
[?] is giving you goosebumps I promise you'll die
Sittin alone in the darkness, a blade in my hand, and these voices inside of my head
I fill in my thoughts all over lead
And since its d**h, I hang from the shed
I am the wicked one, I am the goat
I am the k**er, I will slit your throat
I am the one that rose from the bottom of the pit
I dug a ditch and threw your body in it
Walk a lonely road, I don't need no b**h
I don't need no haters, y'all can s** my dick
Ridin in a hearse moving with the sh**s
Came from the gutter, I'd die for my clique
Tell the reverend I don't need no f**ing saving
Bible is a lie, the basement is my haven
Worshippin a person that's a figment of imagination
Man that sh** is f**in crazy
Got a n***a trippin smokin blunts
Dippin in the whip and f**in up
Crash your car and it's over bruh
The reaper came then he scooped me up