Budd Dwyer - St. Bernard lyrics

[Verse 1: Yung $carecrow] It's that $carecrow $hawty creeping underneath your bed Narcotics in my body, all I see is blood red That skitzo serial k**er That hand gun under your pillow Miserable drug dealer Or that Codeine laced 'rilla Triple 6 degrees Hangin' from a tree Smoking gasoline It's that $uicidal king I done f**ed that b**h you with I done sliced both of my wrist Emptying out the clip [Verse 2: 7th Ward Lord] Riding with the crosses flipped Demons smoke my weed and start to cough and sh** Diamonds on my claws no I ain't pausing sh** Black shade need a black flame Back from the black plague Ash tray made out of black suede Get the f** back Back away Slash and dash then its back to the cave Ashin' cash then I pack up the grave Black lipstick left a smack on the face Rags to riches give a f** about the fame