Alcoholic Assassin

Devils dance around on my mountain compound
Liquor in my mouth as the blood soaks in the ground
Feelin’ like Jesus because all the water’s wine
Whiskey beam and Gin and Vodka
And it’s all mine
I’m drinking, smoking, riding
You running out of time
Quick to choke a motherfucker out
Getting out of line
What am I gon’ do with all the energy around
Maybe [?]
Bloodthirsty at the time
Call my homie up
He might have some dealers for the flip
And Dr. Bundy writes prescriptions
Getting lit like propane grilling
Summer time full of crime
Let the heat bring joy and chaos
Your mouth is running too much
Motherfucker better lay off
Duck from the buck shots
From the drunk dread he runs
The world ain’t nothing but some heavy fun
I’m probably destined
To do some shit that will put me on some list
I don’t have regrets
All I gots my balls, my word and my fists
Dead bitch riding shotgun
Split in my lips
Ima lose my mind if I don’t smoke this
I move back to the woods
For that is the therapist
Bury a corpse with my problems
In a very deep pit
Then take a piss on your makeshift
Grave like brotherlands
Killing you ain’t fun
Better think about what you said
Thought about you couldn’t get hit
Dressed in black for the eclipse
Scope and a mask and extra clips
Die bitch!
Die bitch!