[Skylarallen]:
Every night
I been feeding the stress
I feel it multiply
Every day is a test
But f#ck it ima try
Til I meet my demise
I leave you terrified
I leave you paralyzed
Yeah
Every night
Swear I can’t get any rest
But f#ck it I don’t mind
Pull the blade from my chest
Like I know I’ll be fine
Til I meet my demise
I leave you terrified
Full body paralyzed
Yeah
Toss and turn inside my sleep
I’m talking to demons again
Ready to meet my end
Shake hands with the reaper
And leap from the ledge
Hollow to my core
I look alive but inside I feel dead
Most you pvssy rappers make a living from playing pretend
Feeling like team rocket watch me blast off
Eatin every beat I touch no bathsalts
Fist made of stone make your face eat asphalt
No face no case I always leave the mask on
No one wanna see me comin up
If you got a problem b#tch you can run it up
f#ck your feelings I don’t really give a mother f#ck
Drum up on the stick I’m about to let it dump
It’s like I wanna die
Just look in my eyes
You will see no life
I’ll leave you hypnotized
You can not compromise
The way I feel inside
I got medusas eyes
I’ll leave you paralyzed
[Skylarallen]:
Every night
I been feeding the stress
I feel it multiply
Every day is a test
But fvck it imma try
Til I meet my demise
I leave you terrified
I leave you paralyzed
Yeah
Every night
Swear I can’t get any rest
But fvck it I don’t mind
Pull the blade from my chest
Like I know I’ll be fine
Til I meet my demise
I leave you terrified
Full body paralyzed
Yeah
[Witchouse 40k]:
Aye
Blade in my back
I’m wit the ghosts and the gang on attack
Pusy rappers
I be runnin right past em
I sprint to the money
I tryout for track
Who feelin gully? I aim atcho pack
We shooting back
Who want the smoke?
I’m a kid wit a cutthroat
Drop his addy I’m here where they at
Aye, aye
Fvck it, it’s slime gang
Heard he talkin I call on my slatt
I get them racks up
40k out the coffin
I wake up and get to the bag
I am skeleton but I been stacking up pounds
Like a calorie I’m cuttin back
Garbage the family
Teeth on my skully
I feel like an angel but come out the trash
Poppin enemies, not poppin henny
Bxtch I’m poppin out
Porcelain they body
If they break in then I shot em down
Origami foldin up the stock and fill they coffin out
I pullup wit a shotty, lil 40 wit da body count
What?!
I got that body count
Walking out the coffin
Burn a bridge like it’s a falling out
Heard he drop a song
I seen em cappin imma call em out
The Glock gon get to coughing, who want smoke I give em cottonmouth
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