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[VERSE]
You're dying already
I do not need to do a thang (Thang)
Don't gotta do anything
Not even lift a hand (Hand)
You know where I'm at
So come around wit yo gang (Gang)
You'll probably end up at the bottom
Of a fuckin dam (Dam)
You'll meet your death
Soon enough
You'll be at the gates
Up above
I promise I'm not
Talking bluff
You really should tone it down
Haven't you
Had enough
All these lames
Just tha same
You tryna boast yo game
Nobody heard yo name
You should know that
Everybody know you after the fame
You after the same
Who to blame you don't know how to complain
You acting insane
But you know
You will die in
Vain
Horns on my forehead
While I'm pourin'
Fuck a foreign
Sirens callin'
Say they got a warrant
Boutta send me to a psych ward
Slit six throats 'cuz I'm fuckin' bored
Now move on, hoe
Land of the grey
Where I prey wit the blade
Nicotine filled lungs
Faded and stained
The decayed brains
Screamin' out
We the ones to blame
Better stay afraid, bitch
I'm fuckin insane
Get paid
Self made
No aid
Now all of these no names
'bout to fade away
No chain
Poor man
Blood rain
Praying for tha sane
Pray they feel pain beyond the grave
That pitch black darkness is where I shine
Stars come alinged
And my blood turn to wine
Life goin' down in a fuckin' decline
So I'm smokin' my mind all the way to cloud nine
Neva seen shit so predictable in all my fuckin' life
Gotta bunch of bands that's another huge fuckin' lie
All you fuckers stay inside you just might die tonight
Hope I won't lose it it'd be war on sight