Wade Wilson Can't Die - Ghostemane

Loco to the bone

Chillin' at home all alone

There go the ring of the phone

I pick it up slow

Just when I thought this’ll hit in I’m ready to go

Throw on my black and my red

I’m broke as fuck

But that could all change with a little bit of luck

Ya’ll crying motherfuckers ain’t shit

Talk shit

When I scream in your face «get buck»

Bitches pretending they don’t really see me till they saw my face up on the T-V

Kill a bad man

Kill a better man

Don’t mean a thang as long as the gun of the reaper put a bullet straight

through my brain

Watch me regenerate

Only I’m twice as insane

I’m coming for your wife and I’ll grab a burrito as soon as I get paid

Mask on

With a red magnum in your fucking desk

(Bitch, I got a lot of gats but I don’t even need 'em)

Mask on

With a red magnum in your fucking desk

(Bitch, I got a lot of gats but I don’t even need 'em)

Mask on

With a red magnum in your fucking desk

(Bitch, I got a lot of gats but I don’t even need 'em)

Mask on

With a red magnum in your fucking desk

(Bitch, I got a lot of gats but I don’t even need 'em)