PeterSteele

(Akvri, hah) What? Back home in the grave Whip a, whip a hearse with the, with the Woodgrain Ice-cold nights match the white gold chain My brain is a burden and my mind is a maze Lean with it, rock with it, dash got a Glock in it Mick Foley pimpin', tell a bitch to put a sock in it I ain't on the block with it, I'm under the rocks with it Tombstone boy, pinky ring got diamond rocks in it Glisten, give a fuck if you listen Mike Klebold, pistol nine milli', go the distance BONES too consistent, BONES why you trippin' I ain't ceased, still lend assistance to delete your out existence Sittin' in the shadow, my battle is on the inside Me against myself, I'm willin' to bet that it won't end right Woh, what happened to that boy? Bitch, I'm stuntin' like my daddy glitchin' like some white noise Young Peter Steele, dye it black, number one 'Nother hunnid tapes, after that, I'll be done You be in the club throwin' up a lotta ones I be in the mausoleum chillin', body numb Skeletons in the backseat, weapons out the sunroof Bitch, I go retarded, squeeze the trigger like, "What this gun do?" You tell her to come through, I tell her to bounce out I'm just tryna smoke and jump in the tub like it's Run's House SESH