Budd Dwyer - My Scars Are Like Evidence Being Mailed to the Judge lyrics

[Verse 1: $witchblade $crim] Enteral rest The bloody mess Keeping the motherf**ing devil hot Satanic mentality Happily making the bodies drop I'm on the block Circling cops Ready for their demise Screams resinate through the night so I can't close my eyes Hard to swallow when the hollows enter through your throat Lately I wallow in my sorrow cause I cannot cope The dope, the coke, the drank, the lean, the pills, the X, the smoke The rope to choke the pain away I'm broken till I croak [Verse 2: Yung Snow] Baby let me get the keys to the Rover truck Baby let me get the weed There's more for us When these s**as leave, yeah we can smoke a blunt and f** I bust a nut and now it's time to get the f** up out my crib Yeah, here's a couple bucks b**h I'm Oddy Nuff Creeping out the cut Blood seeping out my cut with the shotty pump You might escape the Tommy gun because I'm busy puffing blunts But soon enough, you'll come back round You screaming "Lock me up! Please! Box me up!" I got you s**a Start a flame and turn your body into dust Smoke your body in the blunt Copy us I'll light it up