ANGEL NUMBERS

Hook
I’ve ascended
I’m in the ghost town
In the fairy forest
There’s walkers all around

Knives up
I think it’s time to go
Catch me posted in the field
Like a wendigo

Gabe verse
Smokin on the black fog i can’t see straight
I’m in eternal rest it’s just another day
I hear a ghost in the forest callin for me
When i’m talkin murder i’m talkin first degree

Im with pig christ we ridin hella whips
I’m posted in the fairy forest wit ur fuckin bitch
Real shit i keep a hunnid clips
If u wanna fuck wit me u got a death wish

Deth versе
Ak 40 like a angel 777 mista
Coat hanger kurt anglе wit da home made weapons
Millimeters to yo knees 9 10 to 11
Stangin like a bumble bee so bich start steppin

Hit em with the angel numbers 556 n 223
If u fucken with a bag then you fucken with me
Off a bout a quarter gram but its feel like 3
Drug money uncle sam slammin 223s

I jus bought a wife beater i jus need me a wife
Wit the fishes in the river tell em drop off yo life
On the vision in the liver either live or ya die
Ain’t no christian ill be sippin till im dead in the eyes

Pig verse
Night time see the hook man wit cold eyes
Imma leave u decomposing in the pig stye
In this rustic shack imma rot here till the end
All these perfect humans automated best friends

Wendigos in the halls of an empty morgue
Walker mask creeping thru a decaying horde
Lay awake off a bar u don’t know how i feel
Ur consumed by the fog on my silent hill

Dying here in my hand rusted bone sword
I’m so in pain it’s the type u can’t ignore
Bloody razor laying on my bath side
Great oaks hidden shack where i like to hide