Stop Calling Us Horrorcore

Nine, nine on my side every time the wheels slide Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God Nine, nine on my side every time the wheels slide Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God Nine, nine on my side every time the wheels slide Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God Nine, nine on my side every time the wheels slide Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God Got it out the mud Lungs start to flood Middle finger to the judge Fangs filled with suds Crusing with Ruby down the block, cock that gun hammer Young cracker, I'm a cancer, that keep getting badder The God of Grey hanging' from the state, floatin' above the lake Forbidden from heaven's gates, ain't my choice to make Stuck with these devilish traits, bitch won't fuck I said it today Take her back stage Call Yung Plague Told him to drag this bitch out of my face Nine on my side every- Bitch I don't give a fuck Been the gold and been the dump Fuck a bitch cause sin and lust control my brain Her lips are stuck to the duct tape now she don't grin as much Bitch I trim and pluck Overly potent the weed that I'm choking I'm hoping my lungs are coated They thin and bust Exhale blood spilling on the kitchen linen Listen to the devil whisper "Kill her, and then claim she missing" Bitch is insane I'm chomping on her brain Let her veins drain Bloody double cup I'll take another gulp Nine on my side every time the wheels slide Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God Nine, nine on my side every time the wheels slide Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God Nine, nine on my side every time the wheels slide Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God Nine, nine on my side every time the wheels slide Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God