Woods, The Mighty - 2 Dead Boys lyrics

[Verse 1: Woods, The Mighty] Pushing these demons to the wind I'm telling them to get off me Everyday that I wake I wanna go right back to my coffin I'm ride or die with this rap sh** Lock myself in this lab b**h Everyday That's all I do I think I need rehab quick Ooh goddamn I'm an addict With pa**ion that's savage Not gonna stop Till I'm at the top Doing shows in the Playboy mansion This paradise in the land of night Write these poems by the candle light Its like like I'm a god Spit ambiance To these kids for a little bit of confidence This grave yard shift is never stopping Take these med's f** Mary Popping's f** the world f** everybody Light the match Then let it burn Then bump Everybody go bump Time to turn that ba** high Then everybody say bump These horns on my head they creeping out Got names in your mouth just keep me out I'm spitting this image Euphoric admissions Admit it this kid is sick with it Ambitious He k** it with every verse that is written They sending him bet he is winning With every second hes been going in He did it no limits I'm finished with this Damn [Verse 2: Bunten] Back from the crypt with a b**h Everybody wanna talk sh** But they never really talk sh** When you walk in Walk up to a s**er And he's bout to get hit This sh** it hits The sh** it kicks In the back of your chest till a mother f**er sick I don't really wanna do this anymore B-B-B-Bunten Watchu leaving for? I'm not Get off my co*k So you better back up Cause you bout to get rocked Socked Knocked right on your a** I'm coming for the game So you better run fast I got my nike's on with that breeze Pulling in on some G's You f**ing with my team You better think twice about that dream Hey Bunten Can i tell you something Something that you never wanted anyone to know Remember when you talked to that one chick Then you found out that she was a hoe Damn boy that's like everyday You tryna play me but you just got played Cause I know your game's And I know your way's Your a dumb motherf**er with nothing to say Now I got you by your tounge Your looking real stupid and your slurring like (uhh..) Do you really wanna know how I spit fast It's the cash It's the ma** It's the time Will it last It's the rise It's the fall It's the lift It's the crash It's the drive It ride It's the rhyme in the vibe It's the way that I'm coming out your speakers That sh** Is the sh** That helps Get me by [Outro]