Murder Puppets

(Verse 1: M.I.K.3)
Don't even try to love me, My soul is fucking ugly
They with me for the money, They use me as a druggy
The dual of fucking fates, what does this create
Passions cannot wait, we build and recreate
Body of a revenant, my soul is just a resident
I am not heaven sent, that's pretty self-evident
Running like the president, why you so hesitant
You thought that bitch celibate nah she was selling it

(Vеrse 2 : SH4RD)
Aye, double H
You ain't our friеnd
Poppin sake wit da homies
Givin 4 sum neck she’s lookin a ten
Aye, Got an engraved blade, aye
Get back, Twenty boutta make u fade
Out my lane. You 5 foot 4
I been sayin woah
To an FL metronome
Lemme know
I been seein fuckas accin cold
But to my face, they keep they head low
They keep they head low yuh they keep they head low
Musta thought that I wouldn't know
Filled up wit ammo
Know that we don't throw
Now pay up what you owe

(Verse 3: TWENTYTHREE)
Suffer and erase
Keep another blade and dig my way out of the grave now
They all want to talk, I’m not hearing out what they say
Playing with my brain, let a body hang
Leave and find a brighter day, I’ve been writing for the pain
See it in my face What a fucking waste
We are not the same cut you off and race
I’ve been dying for a change I’m hiding out in the rain
Take it to the end I’ve been watching the venom drain