I'm from that
That bottom
Create my own dramas
I get high and forget about my trauma, yuh
Delusions of grandeur got me on the rancorous debate between life and death
Staring sardonically at the sea, mentally slipping into the infinity
Blowin' smoke because I cannot cope with all this insipid vapidity
F*ck boys ain't bitin' when Cazador lightin' that puff blunt that's 7 g's
Planning your days that will awft go awry
Scorching memories to forget what's been lost
Heed my words bitch, there's no solace in death
Slow loss of sanity, you really thought?
Detest existence, contempt for myself
This plan is useless, we all deserve death
The ouroboros ensues, watch it spin
Putrid stench lingers in the f*cking winds
My bitch say, "F*ck Jesus" when I give her dick
Suck on her toes as I'm hittin' the spliff
Two finger Louis, the she lick her lips
Do a 'lil back swing with them slutty ass hips
(Ya, ya)
With the wisdom of the serpent I would whisper to you, "Domine sum dignus meus spiritus."
Praying to Satan to take me away
Fall in the pit of syringes and snakes
Gleesh sack got that treesh trappin' with that cheap crack
F*ck boys get whacked, never comin' back
Roastin' bones and sottin' I'm that slimey demon plottin' your end (Aye)
F*cked her dead then I threw her in the ditch
Lit up some piff laced with hair of the witch
Mortician sluts all come stay in my crypt
Die not poor death, nor cans't thou kill me yet