It’s the undertaker creepin up out the bas#ment with a dub
I don’t got alot of money but no i ain’t broke as f#ck
When it’s nice and sunny out these b#tches suck dick for a buck
You finna get struck with a razorblade slash em right up in they face
Sucka busta do the race they ain’t tryna go catch a case
Nicotine up to my face go in my lungs to stop the crave
Digging up my own grave just waiting for my end day
No lil b#tch i do not play so i best get f#cking payed
Run up on you with a blade just know that you getting flayed
All that money it gon fade so you best trade yo soul today
I’m dead man walking b#tch my corpse bout to decay
Evil sh#t is all i know roll up a blunt im bout to blaze
f#ck yo hoe f#ck homies motherf#ck yo momma too
Riding round on the block sipping on that faygo blue
Got the same shoes i bought 3 years ago nothing new
No i ain’t no blood but youll never catch me wearing f#cking blue
What the f#ck you wanna do run up on you with the crew
The tazer zap like picachu hit you and yo f#cking dude
Never in a good mood im always feeling f#cking numb
Don’t you call me dumb ill drain yo blood and throw you in the mud
It’s the lsd demon creepin in every region
You ain’t appart of the legion we snatch yo soul without reason
You run up finna get eaten like a b#tch drinking the s#men
We in the garden of Eden chillin drinkin up the sleeman b#tch
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