Invoke Despair

(It’s not— looking good…)
(Ay yo, ay yo, [?])

Ugh, the moonlight drives me nuts!
Crash Blossoms

Fucking space marine, I got 40 K’s in my crib
You my daughters bitch, all you bitches made of my ribs
Yeah, the Glock’s a lot, but you know it came with the switch
Yeah, I coach these niggas, we gonna lay up your shit
Follow me nigga, yeah, follow the leader
What’s this [?], I feel like a teacher
You get banned from the game like a [?]
We gon’ hang him from a tree like a lemur
[?] on this beat, now he’s having a seizure
Walk in the studio, fucking the speaker
Call me a beast, I’m a fiend, I’m a creature
Feeling like [?] his blood gonna leave ‘em
I could kill this shit before I even hear the beat, bitch
Feeling like a god, I feel like a little [?], bitch
Fuck your inspirations, moonlight drives me—
We desentegrate ‘em, —Nuts!
Let us tear apart his house, that’s a renovation, uh

[Chorus]
Death will come!
(For the rich and the poor, so-uh)
Come run up
(Going down on my sword, uh)
Feel that blood
(Going out of my pores, uh)
[?] crazy, [?] the light ‘n the—
(the sword, uh)

[ [?] ]
Niggas be so damned, niggas be so honest, which I understand, one-three-four the morning, I ain’t never switch up, for nobody in my crew, if he really want this smoke, then we gon’ do you in two

[?] our stains, for the enemy
(Go away!)
This beef, suicidal tendencies
(Go away!)
I see all you crackers tryna go extend a [?]
(Go away, go away, go away!)
Know you see me trip, I go and try to make a holo-gram
You can’t profit off me, know that I suck at this (Beat)
I ain’t care about me, I got an audience, (Yeah)
I can’t see a therapist, all of them are [?]
They wanna be normal, when that’s not in my [?]

[Chorus]
Death will come!
(For the rich and the poor, so-uh)
Come run up
(Going down on my sword, uh)
Feel that blood
(Going out of my pores, uh)
[?] crazy, [?] the light ‘n the—
(the sword, uh)

[Outro]
You gon’ die, and you gon’ die, (moonlight—)
And you gon’ die, and you gon’ die
Yo’ mama gon’ die, yo’ auntie gon die
Yo’ doggy gon’ die, yo’ daughter gon’ die
Yo’ mama gon’ die, yo’ baby gon’ die
Yo’ father gon’ die, yo’ uncle gon’ die
Yo’ grandpa gon’ die, yo’ father gon’ die
Yo’ father’s father’s father’s father’s father’s gon’ die

[If] That nigga ain’t dead already- I don’t know what I’m gonna do—
(Fa-Ha-Ha-Ha-Haa!)