[ Featuring Xverd, Jerry Shinefield ]
I get high i never lie
I'll be dead till the day that I die
You won't survive ain't with this jive
Type to tell me that I'm off at
3 then keep me on till 5
F*ck all that shit slit wrist
Pass out is what it is, yeah
Journey to another realm where I'm
Not playing with these plebs red Dead
Grand Theft double tapping to the head
Yo bitch look like old greg
Baileys & mid what she fed
Just a dab of this add it to the rig
I'm an addict when it comes to spig
That's just what it is
Trust me it's our business
F*ck around and get that tunnel vision
Yeah, we run this town it's our decision
Mold this shit how we see fitting aye
Pain is infinite finish with the win
The End is our beginning woah
Blending cynical with innocence
Innovation when a sinner pen it
Holy smokes he goes in
I'm a soldier of emotion
You're a mole I'm melanoma woah
We just broke the mold think my soul is sold
Jerry Shinefield in the ONI zone
Feel the power poems ughh
Xverd put in the work (work)
Just like Ferg gonna put em in the dirt
Oh my word it's a wild universe
Feel the hurt when we curb em with the spurs
I get high i never lie
I'll be dead till the day that I die
You won't survive ain't with this jive
Type to tell me that I'm off at
3 then keep me on till 5
I get high i never lie
I'll be dead till the day that I die
You won't survive ain't with this jive
Type to tell me that I'm off at
3 then keep me on till 5
Xverd, Oni Inc
In this bitch, motherf*ckers killing shit
Burned our f*cking brains with acid
Tripping balls to get a thrill of it
You don't know bout hate until we're
Raging out here bringing it
I don't know bout you
But I could use a bag of shrooms
Don't know what the f*ck to choose
These drugs could fill a f*cking room
How can I be emo when
I'm feeling so emotionless
F*cked too much with Molly
Now I don't know where my home it is!
Unholy motherf*cker I see demons everywhere
Man I kill your god and f*ck
His daughter to create my atmosphere
Never again is your knife in my back
If you want hate, you know I got the stash
Foes you create, we create our own tracks
Mark what I said
You ain't save where you're at
You think you're so tough cause
You're rocking a tat?
A cute little heart with a head of a cat
Doing my shit on the coke and the trap
In a burning church is where you find me at
Taking out the trash
Swear that I don't need this shit
You scared of death but I'm the reason
Why you f*cking run from it bitch