Drag him from the river
Throw him back in Bugs' yard
Drag him from the river
Throw him back in Bugs' yard
Drag him from the river
Throw him back in Bugs' yard
Drag him from the river
Throw him back in Bugs' yard
Drag him from the river
Throw him back in Bugs' yard
Drag him from the river
Throw him back in Bugs' yard
Drag him from the river
Throw him back in Bugs' yard
Drag him from the river
Throw him back in Bugs' yard

Poppin' 'em down with codeine in my cup
Bitch, I'm rollin' the 'rillo
And burnin' the ounce
Creep through the ground
I don't hear a sound
Burying bodies all over the town
The satanic killer
The gripper of triggers that
Haunts all the rivers the blood is my liquor
"Triple six" marked on my grave
Cynical 59, death we crave
Sharpening the blade so the
Wrist can be shaved
Enslaved to the minds of the fucking new wave
Creep in the alley, the valley of death
Deep in the city of choppers and TECs
I'm deaf to the screams of the
Innocent fuck all the citizens
The fucking militant of
The infinite punishment
I need a stimulant give me the coke
I'm sniffing it articulate my ignorance
$carecrow walking 'round without
His ligaments

Drag him from the river
Throw him back in Bugs' yard
Drag him from the river
Throw him back in Bugs' yard
Drag him from the river
Throw him back in Bugs' yard
Drag him from the river
Throw him back in Bugs' yard

Often I find myself staring into space
Bitch, I'm coughing
I might as well air out the place
It is foggy, my enemies taunt me
I am the worst version of myself
No calling for help
Angel of death, please spread your wings
Pacing myself before she takes me away
Blood stains painted on the door frame
Floor made of bones
I'm collecting and I'm storing
All of my sins are burned in my mind
Memory fading
But I still remember the scythe
Body separated from my soul
How it goes when you're always alone
No bitch, no hoe, solo, no phone, no home
Just a grave that I dug
With a blanket of bugs
Bitch, I'm naked full of drugs
Fully faded, pull the plug, bitch
I made it with a shrug
I'm aware that I don't give a fuck, hoe

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux