Yung Plague - Sarcophagus lyrics

[Verse 1: Ramirez] Run your mouth b**h run your mouth Welcome to the devil's place Burning in eternal flames Is where your body finna lay Baker with the double Glock he scream he'll break your f**in face (?) Triple six is what we're chanting while we're tearin up the place Run yo mouth b**h run yo mouth What the f** you talkin bout If you talkin all that sh** then let me see what you about G*59 in that motherf**ing place $uicideboy$ and Ramirez takin over this b**h mane Anna got me clickin trippin rippin on my f**in tec If a buster run his mouth an then I'm aiming at his chest Resurrected from the dead (?) Hit him with a fatal shot Rip his heart and rip it out Look into the f**in darkness see the f**in black abyss Stare into the f**in shadows and begin to worship the six Talking to my demons inside of my f**in head Looking for the f**in bloodshed Murder's what they said [Verse 2: $lick $loth] They recognize the Grey is twisted up with the six Keeping the sh** too thick The scarecrow without a stitch Got to lay it down to drop a buster or s**er Hail Satan mother f**ers Keep the meaning undercover Snatch a purse from your mother Put a bullet in your brother Ain't another mother f**er that makes you suffer like I suffer ho 59 ways to murder all in one day The $uicide craze will have you going insane Stillness broken by reply And still they be wondering why I'm constantly getting high and trying to just end my life With a swipe of a rusty blade with $lick engraved Tombstone without a name I'm just another slave [Verse 3: Yung Plague] Motherf**ers want to talk sh** Bark all you want b**h I know you see the shark fins creeping in the darkness Now you nothing but an armless carca** Bugs start to harvest This was your fate regardless Targets think I'm harmless but they end up on my carpet Threads turning scarlet and so begins the carnage Find them in the garbage Carving in my name I gotta say it's f**ing tarnished Pull up with the motherf**ing roof gone Been too long Wrote a blues song like Toussaint after Lucifer bought my soul Blood spilling out my head like it was Dom Perignon Long money in my palm Calm as the f**ing storm before the crack of f**ing dawn ho