Fresh 2 Death

[Intro: Odprophet]
Hahahaha! Yeah!
Hahahaha! Yeah!
Hahahaha! Haha! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!

[Verse 1: Odprophet]
This shit is hard as rigor mortis, rotten like a corpse is
Word to Mama baby orphan barely peelin' back the foreskin
On this rotten situation (situation) caught inside The Matrix
Everything's on top the clothes, there's no hope for penetration
Got a maggot on my console, a fly is on my eyelid (On my eyelid)
Stitches on my lips 'cause real killers move in silence
My arms is in the dumpster, my face is in the streets
I'm basically a G the way I'm lacing up these beats
And it's a cold world we livin' in, they fentanyl distributin'
You can еnd up dead at the Comfort Inn with a prostitute namеd Cinnamon
From a little kid on Ritalin to a mediocre citizen
To an asshole with a microphone got 'em screamin' off they shit again
Bangin' like a kickdrum
You want it? Come and get some
Turn into a victim, run up and just get dumb
I empty out the dick, ha, beat you with a stick
Ha, might just shoot this bitch up, might just hit a lick, ha

[Chorus: Odprophet]
'Cause I'm fresh to death, in my flesh, oh yes
I am fresh to death, boy I'm fresh to death
'Cause I'm fresh to death, in my flesh, oh yes
I am fresh to death, boy I'm fresh to death
'Cause I'm fresh to death, in my flesh, oh yes
I am fresh to death, boy I'm fresh to death
'Cause I'm fresh to death, in my flesh, oh yes
I am fresh to death, boy I'm fresh to death

[Verse 2: Odprophet]
This shit is solid like the pavement, fuck you and who you came with
A spectacular arrangement of vernacular engagement
I am not the one to play with, I know where you live, I know who you stay with
Pissin' all over your playlist, I'm on a mission, this is a statement (Fuck)
Thirty shells and my Glock hits, Trijicon in my optics
Got Zev under my trigger finger, got the Gates of Hell in my pocket
'Til it's a coffin I rest in, worms inside my intestines
Snakes crawling inside my skull, I'll be battling with depression
I'm a hooligan, I'm a hoodrat with a pistol up where your goods at
I was born with a head full of bad ideas but I swear to God I'm a good man
Right now I'm just in a bad place making the best of a bad hand
Draped in the flesh of a fallen angel taking a sip from a gas can
Don't try to cop a boat 'round here 'cause we don't float down here
Got the blicky with the scope 'round here ('Round here)
Roll you through your papers, you get smoked 'round here
Middle of the summer, winter coats 'round here

[Chorus: Odprophet]
'Cause I'm fresh to death, in my flesh, oh yes
I am fresh to death, boy I'm fresh to death
'Cause I'm fresh to death, in my flesh, oh yes
I am fresh to death, boy I'm fresh to death
'Cause I'm fresh to death, in my flesh, oh yes
I am fresh to death, boy I'm fresh to death
'Cause I'm fresh to death, in my flesh, oh yes
I am fresh to death, boy I'm fresh to death

[Outro]
It's not just crack, I've heard it's PCP too. And then Carson, she started PCP, I mean it can cause...