BLOODLINE

[Verse 1: Angel Of Death]
Aye
Pussy boy tryin' to run the fade, ready to pull the fuckin' nade
We never givin' a fuck what anybody say
Aye
Tryin to get buck, but we picking up them guns, and I'm aiming down the sight while I'm smoking up my fuckin lungs
We don't do this shit for fun, droppin' bodies down the ocean just because
Aye
I don't give a fuck if you roll with the pigeons, I know that the devil will listen
I'll dig up yo' grave and will give you a pot to go piss in, I'm drinkin' the blood from the kitchen
Bitch
I know you see all of the skulls on my skin, tellin' my story of where I began
You sorry mothafuckas gonna crawl up and cringe

[Verse 2: VAGUE]
Bitch, you can catch me outside how 'bout dah, thinkin' you hard with the gat
I comin' with a bat and I'm drownin' in whiskey that Old No. 7, I'm voidin' my presence to all of these peasants apart of the coven 'cause now they be druggin and now we been leavin' their ass's with nothin'
UNAVERAGE GANG and we fuckin' up the function
Don't fuckin' test me like I'm from the testament, better step back and you think who you messin' with
And I'm not through with it, me and AC we gon' fuck up the pit, you better listen up when I spit
Losin' my mind and my mental gon' trip on that devil shit and I'm not pleadin' the 5th
As I'm smokin' these cigs, I be draggin' yo' neck from the hitch Bitch