S0SW4GD4RKB0YZ RULE THE WORLD

[Verse 1: DRAXULA]
Look down my pistol barrel, look it in the eyes
When I pull the trigger, bitch, you are gonna meet demise
Make yo' mama cry, bitch, fuck your life
I don't give a fuck if you scared of knives
Smokin' big fat blunts, maybe it is time to light
Eatin' shrooms, smokin' green, I don't give a fuck 'bout lean
Skin you out back in the field
Hang your flesh on the trees, spit on your fuckin' grave
Ring your skin out dry
Saw your mother in the corner lookin' like she cried
Now she's in my trunk, bitch, she is probably gonna die
Probably gonna die, probably gonna die, probably gonna die

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Verse 2: Birdz]
Yeah, I'm fuckin' on my bitch while I smoke a blunt
Bitches on my dick, like, eww, I'ma fuck 'em up
Skin a bitch alive, like, bitch you a fuck up, yeah
Pull up with those guns, we gon' call a hit and run
We $o $wag Dark Boys, we gon' run up on yo' bitch
We ain't no rips, yeah, we just like that shit
Stomp your face in, we call it a Deseve
We got money in our face, live, love—
Dark Boys till we in the grave, we go postal till we annihilate
Yeah, we came from the bottom
Now, we come around the way
Cut throats like we need a slay, like, bitch—
I'm on my motherfuckin' way
We pull up, let's have a play
We got cutters from the pain