歌詞

Bitch, I hang in the dark where the devil them play
Pull up, all black leave on black, then I'm like
I'm too sick when I spit, leave 'em ill like a plague
Let 'em rot in the coffin, they spit on they grave
In the woods where the witches all gather
The angels, they scatter, they screamin' my name
Stuck like it's shattered and left in the rain
Stuck in my brain, I just trapped in the plague
Cut my skin with a blade, the blood drippin', the plates
Having doors with no demons that can't lead the way
Bitch, you can't breath in the dust, it is long, fuck out the way
I take your breath, lеt your body decay
I'm a ritual creep, give a fuck what they say
I'll be the reason, the specter, the grave
Black magic, fuck with the blood, make a break
I'm too sick when I spit, leave 'em ill like a plague
I keep a Glock with a switch
I'm in a mask in the back of a truck with a wish
Soul turnin' black for the pain I can't fix
Run up on me, if I shoot, I won't miss
You'll get put in the dirt with a scope, let it rip
In the coffin, his body lay stiff
Me black on the whip, with a gat on my hip
Thirty rounds in the clip, body rest with a zip
Written by: Bryan Hearn
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