Lyrics

Yeah, yeah Skribbal Blaze Ya Dead Homie Boondox Damius (Killian Beatz) Bringing you that raw shit Knife to the backside feel that bitch sting Imma put that mother fucker out his range, let it bang Let it pop, drag his body on the rocks, let it drain Dump the shawty in the swamp dirty rats get the blade Back, back, back, in the days, 'fore I knew the wicked ways I was simpin, living stupid, with no blueprint for the maze So I navigated, gone through hell, and graduated Hate flowin through my blood, never knew love, felt only pain I would learn from the burn Turn four dollars into eight Turn eight into eighty g's Touch my money catch a fade (Yeah) Fiend to the culture, they vultures, surround they nest Drag them mother fuckers to the depths, to they death (what) Crack pipe preacher, (Yeah) Smoke gon' reach ya (Yeah) Flow so reaper (Yeah) Stone Cold creature (Yeah) Yo, I spin the world around with a skeleton hand Developing weapons not even the fuckin devil could stand (Wicked) Betrayed, mislead, deceived By those that bout disloyalty My closest one is stabbing me Right in the back, how could this be? And when he buried that knife up in my back I felt it sink in I felt it puncture my skin And when he buried that knife up in my back I felt it sink in I felt it puncture my skin I am not the devil cause I kick it with the heathens I am not the anti-christ sent to lead the nonbelievers I am not a demon feeding on the souls of all the weak and I am not a preacher, preaching treason, leading them from Eden I am something far worse, a wolf amongst the sheeple Spreading evil with my people like a lethal verbal needle Inject it into conscience so you fake empathy To all these mindless mother fuckers we don't take sympathy I need to see em all bleeding, screaming, pleading for the freedom Of a death that we ain't bringing There's no pain if you ain't breathing Leave them all fuckin leaking with the slow drip This is what happens when you speak and you don't know shit, forfeit Ain't nobody gonna save your soul Laying on your back in a 6 foot hole Ain't nobody hearing your confession This is on you, I just made the suggestion Betrayed, mislead, deceived By those that bout disloyalty My closest one is stabbing me Right in the back, how could this be? And when he buried that knife up in my back I felt it sink in I felt it puncture my skin And when he buried that knife up in my back I felt it sink in I felt it puncture my skin Amputate a bitch's arms and legs cause I get off to it Keeping her aware as she looks at me while I laugh at it Taking no prisoners because it's not necessary Here to fuck your shit up, like if I'm a mercenary Calmness on my face is showing AND Hatred inside me's growing AND With or without you knowing I'M Very close to exploding YOU Better grab a gun, now you're on the run Got the taste on my tongue, bout to get me some The hunt is on, gotta get the guns drawn Your head's blown off, you were dead by dawn 187 bitch, I'm all about the murder game Keep talking tough and know you'll never fuckin be the same As for all the witnesses, I doubt that they'll be saying shit Told them all to stay silent, or they'll all end up just like this Tried to let it go but you're the one that made it personal Ego doesn't let you learn, that's fine as far as I'm concerned Wickedness is spreading and it's time for me to take my turn Now sit back and be ready to finally get what you deserve Betrayed, mislead, deceived By those that bout disloyalty My closest one is stabbing me Right in the back, how could this be? And when he buried that knife up in my back I felt it sink in I felt it puncture my skin And when he buried that knife up in my back I felt it sink in I felt it puncture my skin
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, David Hutto, Chris Rouleau, Gabriel Vallejo, Richard Leyba, David Killian Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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