My Flaws Burn Through My Skin Like Demonic Flames from Hell

Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die Gotta be equipped with a Jason mask Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die Gotta be equipped with a Jason mask Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die Gotta be equipped with a Jason mask Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die Gotta be equipped with a Jason mask Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die Gotta be equipped with a Jason mask Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die Gotta be equipped with a Jason mask Slumped back in the driver's seat Blunt between my lips I'm riding with a bitch that's high as me She ducking out, she trying to sleep I'm ducking out, I'm trying to see the road But all I can see are four horsemen coming closer to me I think I'm about to die, we'll see Swervin' on them motherfuckers Bitch, it ain't my time Let the world blow up first Then I might just close my eyes It's all I really wanted my whole life The universe won't notice, bitch You just another life, the sun'll rise The stars have already died Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die Gotta be equipped with a Jason mask Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die Gotta be equipped with a Jason mask Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die Gotta be equipped with a Jason mask Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die Gotta be equipped with a Jason mask (I!) See the reaper creeping as my blood is seeping Sleeping deeper through the night, so I can face my demons (My!) Weakness seems to be that I cannot stop breathing Death keeps cheating on my life, but on my soul it's feeding (it goes on) Leading to the fleeting of an endless dream (and on and on) Screaming and needing (and on) Yelling and pleading that things ain't as they seem (and on) In the cut sneaking and tweaking because I can't stop seeking This pain, this torture of horror that I'm always conceiving