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[Intro: Slen]
Loud breathing
It's cold out
You think you know me

[Verse 1: Slen]
Fuckboys on my hit list
Fuck a Glock, I got my fists bitch, yeah
I don't got no blade on me
Shitting on these rappers while they hate on me
I'm that creepy looking Nike wearing motherfucker
Fuck the cops and kill the undercover
Pick and pack a pound and pull up to the scene
Steal yo bitch and ask her if she got a death dream
DEATH
You're in the presence of God
Better bow down bitch or rot
I promise you soon I'll blow up
Addicted to this shit, I can't stop
Aye
Aye
Aye
You will never have shit on me boy
DEATH
Aye
Aye
You lost in the sound while I'm making the noise

[Verse 2: TWENTYTHREE]
The dead walk this town
Severed straight to the face
Watch you bleed through the ground
Silent the screams of the bodies, they found
East where the sky meets the sea, burn it down
Get up, get out
I've been a waste boy, cut me down then run up
Don't fuck with you humans, you demons, weapons tucked
I'm-
Severed straight through the brain
Let me rot out in the rain
Fill my whole body with pain
Bitch, It's Trash Gang to the grave