Death Odor (feat. FUCKAPACHE)

Ay I wanna break shit Hit the walls with my knuckles, feeling anxious Got that double barrel on my back, I'm flanking (flanking) Mercenaries on the front, bitch what's happening? (What's happening?) What's happening? (What's happening?) Smoking on that boof and I don't stop Smoking so much I feel fucked up Interrogate you, brainwash Apache got the Colt tucked Might switch it back to the old stuff Back then I gave no fuck Cooking dance when I hit wok Strida Strida walk walk Run through the cut and I'm sorting his mans out Smoke on some green, I hear colors it's too loud If he tryna snitch on god that's a man down Beskar on my wrist iced out call me Mando Open the trunk I come back wearing black gloves Aim with the dot he get fucked so he back off Zoom in my scope hold my breath for a headshot Sit on a tree bitch I rest what I smoke on Six feet deep and I'm on my knees Bitch I pray to god, may he rest in peace Never feeling free, always tryna flee Watch me fuck em up, calling Apache (I don't even know if I can still do this) Devil caught me and I'm proud of it bitch Smoke til' my eyes turn too red from the spliff Feeling fucked up catch me under the bridge All my problems solved cause ignorance is bliss The devil caught me and I'm proud of it bitch Smoke til' my eyes turn too red from the spliff Feeling fucked up catch me under the bridge All my problems solved cause ignorance is bliss All these demons They haunt me in the night Tryna see em Never feel alright Bodies lying on the floor Pools of blood, death odor Never been afraid of gore Knock knock meet me at your door (Pussy) Tryna get into a fist fight? Never seen you cause you've always been a bitch, aight Hey Never try to talk on my name Last thing you'll see is my fist buried in your face Hey Driving in fast cars Left hand turns, driving in Nascar Hey Never been a pussy don't try me FUCKAPACHE, I pull up in a amg I wanna break shit Hit the walls with my knuckles, feeling anxious Got that double barrel on my back, I'm flanking Mercenaries on the front, bitch what's happening? (What's happening?) What's happening? (What's happening?) I wanna break shit Hit the walls with my knuckles, feeling anxious Got that double barrel on my back, I'm flanking Mercenaries on the front, bitch what's happening? (What's happening?) What's happening? (What's happening?) I will never die