Fiend

Uppercut, get yo jaw broke, how you gonna cope?
Fuck all that shit you better hang yourself upside down with the rope
Constantly plagued by the tragedies, shit feel like blasphemy
Taking it out on yourself and your drinking your life away with no fucks givin about your health
Locked up in your head, wishing you were dead
But even death cannot erase all the pain that your have dealt
Deep down, underground nobody really cares about your hell
All of your demons are creepin around you but they begin to surround you
Make a wish mothafucka your killers in the shadows lurkin in stealth
Bitch my flow speed, machine gun ammo, breathe fire, make em melt
Fuck with me and you mothafuckas will be dealt with
Not to keen on being a fiend, fuck the lean im smoking on the green
Got the dream, OTP, that my team
Bitch we break the law and fuck a cop its ACAB
Give no fuck, bitch we buck, gatty tucked, knuckle up
Drop you down to the ground without a sound
Rotting flesh, the bodies never found