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So dark
Imma massacre just for fun
Got a knife
Bitch i don't need no gun
40 people's blood, up on my hand
Face covered Ruby red
Few dead bodies
Up

around that pole
Numb the pain with the drugs cuz I’m suicidal
I don’t care cuz I’m already dead inside though
I can’t wake up
It’s a break up
Put on make

dead
Coming in hot, i've been walking in the wild, we've been walking in the wild, i've been Walking in the wild, wild, wild, wild
Why why why why why

Pine trees, dead leaves
You gave me the love, that I never asked for
Bad knees, lost dreams
I'm the slave you keep, locked in the trap door
Smoke

They used to call me dead girl, lunatic and freak 
Guess I never gave a fuck 
If the finna catch me tweaking 
Carving out my name Ghosty Guts on your

Someday imma just be another dead rapper 
Next chapter 
Thank you, next 
I know my life doesn't matter 

Cherish the moment 

Don't catch feelings

just chill at the crib I play her a beat
She liking the heat
I'm changing the game I'm greater than names
Ain't nobody writing like me

Dead friends

only wake up dead
But instead I'm hoping praying that I'll the things I love will never change
Is it strange?
That I want the same
Cause they're people

my corpse
And shower me in gems
I'm working for my cut
They'll only love me when I'm dead
The standard is gold
And I won't settle for less
I want

While the train is in motion
Enbalm me in lotion
And toast magic potions
I drink and i'm dead

Raise a flag on the russian soil
Kiss the ground

ain't there, more like dead I'm just hurt'
Feel the pain, rush my head, as I feel I'm left to burn'

Ain't nobody really there for me'
(There for me')
So

my K clip
Every breath, my lead 
Makes hits
When a fake bitch gets Taken
Her ends just what she's 
Paid with
The weapon sending the Dead bitch

reloaded)

I'm my own shooter 
I'm the trigger man 
(I'm the shooter)

Leave you shaking like huluhoop  
(He dead)

Dust him off like ceiling fan
(Ti ti ti ti

to hustle have a lot of dead friends
Said she love me but she only love the dick
She ain't ever met a nigga like this
She ain't ever met a nigga like this
She

So sickened because I no longer control what's revealed
We are the words on the paper
We are the god in the box
We are both hopelessly dead in the now

yuh!

Back from the dead like a Nigga never left uh
Feeling like the man with this S up on my chest
Bitch I run The Game how I control a fuckin Pest uh

I am out of my mind
Let’s start the revolution in our bones
Or we’ll forever be unknown
So baby let’s start on this dead end road alone while we are

her wet
Soaked
Got a batman dick
Hit a death stroke
My niggas gone trip cuz i said so
Hell rob a nigga life
Till he dead broke
Aye
I get the guap like

it then I disappear in thin air
I gotta work, I'm tryna be a billionaire 
Maybe dead inside but I ain't dead yet
I ain't put the revolver to my head

of nothing
When there's nothing left

Walking among the dead
With the piercing days, and blistering nights
Try to keep your sanity
Welcome to your Atomic

of his head
No matter how he tries he won't give up till he's dead
Cause he can't get it out, get it out of his head, oh no

There was a young man
He'd

life?
If pleasures and treasures aren't forever
We're already dead!

Around the bonfire we dance higher
Burning all our dreams and desires
The grim was

I've Got needles in my head
And They scream and They shout
The silence Speaks when I'm not dead 
And I'm still around 

Here I scream in agony

the collection
Theirs are the crumbs that we scrape on

And we're stone cold dead in the market
Stone cold dead in the market
Nothing we can do to stop it
We're