Lazarus -

Ain’t no stressin or no resting bitch, i’m grinding till I die

The land of all the wicked with the demons on the rise

The darkness on this the earth will soon light up with all the fire

So bitch just back up off my dick

As I hypnotize

I keep on just running on in circles

And every time I just wind back in this hell

Thinking of days when I went insane, feeling of trapt in a cell

I cannot fail, I cannot break

I will not kneel

Mothafuckas I promise that you are not safe

T.R.I.P.

just came out of his shell

When you raisin all these demons

Have you felt this way before?

A dark obssession with collections of a rotting corpse

I know you like the way they burn in hell

Your enemies are drowning deep in decomposing smell

If you tryin to run up

You better have one tucked, you know

Gonna get fucked up

You better not be alone

I know you like the way they burn in hell

Your enemies are drowning deep in decomposing smell