Rotten Souls - $uicideboy$

They’re here!

Uh

Lil fucking uzi the antichrist

Black $uede

Bitch I got my Glock cocked

When you hear that knock knock knock

Death at the door, telling you it’s time to close shop

So you drop to your knees, begging please to stop

But he’s not

It’s inevitable

Leave you dead on the floor

Bitch I got that mother fucking dead president flow

More Benjamins, hoe

Yeah, I’ll go to your show because attendance is low

Excuse me, excuse me

Matter fact, fuck that

Bring a backpack full of crack wrapped in dynamite

Hand it out that Friday night

Sure enough, got you fans hooked

Only way you were going to blow up, mother fucker

I’m G five nine signed

Crime don’t pay but I will pay for the crime

Got the Devil on my side

Yeah, we kick it all the time

I’m the one who told him that God was a bitch

Fuck him, let’s ride

Grab that cross and flip it around

Drive into town like whats up?

We down

Young God

I’m the one who nailed Jesus to the cross, you feel me?

I’m fucking Pontius Pilate

TRAP HOUSE $CRIM!

I’m pissing on crosses in churches

Chrome to your dome and I murk ya

Twenty deep when we ride that excursion

I’m itching for death and I’m lurking

Life full of sin

Chalk on cement

Momma be begging don’t do drugs again

Murder something, hearse full of friends

Snatching up purses and kicking doors in

187, gripping Mac-11

You wanna find out if all dogs go to heaven?

Gold on my chain, drugs in my brain

I’m slicing my wrist with the mental deranged

Scrimmy insane

Dope got me numb

West Bank sewers is where I crawled out from

Smoke in my lungs, I’m about to blackout

Got a bottle full of roofies that I’m about to pass out

Coke I be sniffing

Lean I be sipping

Trying to O.D.

cuz that’s always my mission

Drug-fueled demon

Got to stay stoned

Walk up in hell, like, «Hey Honey, I’m home!»