Abaddon

Pentagram tat on me im a misfit
Put me in the dirt thats where I fit in
I can scratch and claw my way into remission
Or I could die or lie awake just from a distance

Imma throw away mothafucka
I never fit in
Leave my soul inside the bottle of what im sippin
Used to trap up out the house taking shipments
Eatin 8ths and popin caps ya boy was trippin
I realized then that I dont need no assistance
I need my mic myself to manifest consistence
Speak to satan takin notes was repitious
Cleansed my of my self delted superstions

Im insane
Save that for another day
I can see through pеople doesnt matter what thеy say
They live on boxes in their pockets tryin to claim some fame
Hate to break it to you but your life’s a living shame
Had to hear soon so mind aswell be from the mane
Your phone controls your mood and thats why we not the same
I got one shot at this and colemane got some great aim
If you waste it all you’re the only one to blame