Fake Pontchartrain

Red tears run down my scattered face 6 blunts rolled laced Holding the pace with fate Hand on the wheel with my foot on the clutch Made a deal with the devil just to get my dick sucked by 6 different bitches Watch them switch up Triple 6 lynches Tie the rope up Abusing narcotics because my life is chaotic Don't even get no fucking pleasure whether or not its erotic Into my grave I left my conscious there between the pistol and the blade that I had used to end my fucking fate again I swear Hades born and raised I'm choking in the smokey blaze I'm drowning in the local lake I make them frozen how I flake Draped in purple velvet cloaks Ruby stones up in my crown The Earth will be my fucking throne Ruby drowned and Pluto was found Three headed dog locked up in the pound But I let them out every once in a while Give me what you got and I'll put it in a pile Burn it up then I smile Starving All I got is stomach bile Number dialed Nile flooded Putting out the fucking fire