Hearse

MICHAEL LINK CYKA BLYAT

[Chorus: Lord Gasp]
Sorry, can I get a hearse for my pale corpse
Got a big girth with some lame traumas
I just got a urge to release torment
Needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can I get a hearse for my pale corpse
Fucked since birth's why I bleed pharma
All black gat with some black garments
There ain't no way to relieve, I'm the same varmint

[Verse 1: Lord Gasp]
No serotonin I need me a new dose
Loosin' the shimmer in me and my grip colder
Still bringin' heat like I'm rocking a new coat
I'ma еat shitty rappers till I'm in a food coma
They all wanna be likе me
Till you dealing with the shit I see
Lemme put you on a plain white tee
Paint a picture with the pain I bleed
Bern these mothafucka like sanders (Bernie)
Bury all these bodies in sand
Bury all these, I just got a bag like santa
I just bag like
I just feel like throwing another tantrum
I just feel like ripping your head off
I just feel like, I just spent a band out random
Point me where the .45 at, uh bitch I'm 'bout to act
Bout to pull a Jim carey when I act up
Stolen black truck, catching bodies like a bad cop
Make a opp walk sideways like a crab does
Better catch up bitch I only came for the money fill the bags up
They all wanna be like me
Till you dealing with the shit I see
Lemme put you on a plain white T
Paint a picture with the pain I bleed

[Chorus: Lord Gasp]
Can I get a hearse for my pale corpse
Got a big girth with some lame traumas
I just got a urge to release torment
Needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can I get a hearse for my pale corpse
Fucked since birth's why I bleed pharma
All black gat with some black garments
There ain't no way to relieve, I'm the same varmint

[Verse 2: Sect Unit]
Running away from the pain and the anguish
Get the fuck back, I don't think I can trust you
Because I don't know what your aim is
Fake motherfuckers be acting like friends
But I can see they on some lame shit
I'ma go hop in the whip and just take off
Speeding off while I lane switch, you is a bitch
I keep my hand on the swivel 'cause all you niggas superficial
You was the monkey in the middle
You flexing all that fucking money while I'm getting triple
Why you only make a little
If you try running up on me i'm not being civil
I know that you brittle
Break you down to the ground, I don't gotta stick around
I walk away while I whistle

[Chorus: Lord Gasp]
Sorry, can I get a hearse for my pale corpse
Got a big girth with some lame traumas
I just got a urge to release torment
Needing a way to relieve what has laid dormant
Can I get a hearse for my pale corpse
Fucked since birth's why I bleed pharma
All black gat with some black garments
There ain't no way to relieve, I'm the same varmint