Heathens

Ride for my heathens In the chevy drop top Dotti in the back slump with a blunt Blanxx in the front Shouting at ya bitch Hangin out the window Fucking blasting morbid tunes with my goons Actin' like a loon I don't ever wanna come off of this cloud ah Feeling high Three or Die we forever ride Ya Ya Ya Focus Simmer fucking down now Difference of a king and a clown We know when to fuck around G A Z twisted fingers when I sleep Six feet deep Even maggots too afraid to take a bite of me I'm a heathen I'm a heathen Only thing that I believe in I've had thirteen knives in my back But I'm still Breathing I'm not bleeding I'm not leaving Give a fuck what you believe in I'm a bonafide cretin banging with a gang of demons Rollin' with the crows Chrome blowing til' we're fucking peaking Ya my bitch so fleeking I'm might breed another heathen I'm a drip spiller Cold beat Killer Spitting into the microphone Foam cup filler Back in black I'm blacking out From acting out of line I think it's time I end the lines I press rewind And let the hook sing cause I Got a couple bad mother fuckers at the ready Sweaty in the palms but I hold the tool really Fucking steady Catch me in the grave robbing from your stale body Cold blooded body gutted for the second flurry Running the same clothes Running the same flows Some of y'all sharing the same hoes Chatting the shit could give a fuck so Cuff a bitch just to get played like a domino Six dots in ya shirt Red rum I like to flirt with