Hoe, don\'t you play on my trap line

Two percs to the face, that\'s a flatline

No hold on the K get baptized

Good dope in the drank on paralyze

Im just chill in in the dungeon

Smokin dope with a passion

Bitch we fuck all your indusrty

Satansservants my faction

All they do is talkin shit, I point my .54

Mind is going crazy, need some antidote

Yeah, you in the presence of a god

To a fall, we sat shit down

Keep on suckin\' bitch, slop up on my knob, slop up on my knob

Losin\' my mind, I\'m losin\' my conscience

Three taps on the door, I know that sound too well

I feel as the reaper is knockin\', poppin\' these clubs and I\'m drinkin\' this liquor

Ain\'t really got an option, all the trauma that I adore, don\'t fuck up my mind

Pass the time by fucking up my mind, leave a mark when getting fired

Santana coming for your liver

We turning killers into killers

Confined to Jesus, I\'m a sinner

Ripped out in diamonds, watch it glimmer, yeah

Feeling hopeless, catch me spoken as I fall into psychosis

Hippin\' on that dirty potion, watch us kill with no emotion

Homies call me sodomite, get prepared for rain or pain

Riding with my baller thanks, she got a needle that\'s inserted right up to her veins