What the fuck you think you playin on (bitch)
This ain't local venues get the fuck back to yr home
You ain't ready for the foreigns u ain't got the triple 4's
Crawl back to yr momma before I fucking lay my cross
Back up on to you, I'mma show you who's the boss
I'mma slay you and display you like your death wasn't a loss
And that's for souljahs lost, doomed upon this earth
Lack of blood is freedom I'mma show that with disgust
And contempt, that's all there is to them
Negativity of harmony in all that I depend
So I took the chaos in kether and I wished on triple 2
Now in dreams of drinking ether I blackout thinking of you
And it's those demons... They always have demands
I need to understand this was not the fucking plan
And yeah I know yr pain, but y'all won't comprehend mine
I see in infrared but I always drag behind
I'm fine