Crooked smiles with their twisted mouths
I know what y'all are laughin' 'bout
I shout for the Sandman to
Come out the clouds
Annihilate the crowd without a sound
A pile of dust can try and hate me
But lately
I've been feelin' like my enemies evaporating
I am creating my own nemesis from all
Of the shit I hate 'bout myself
I will raise him in the pit's of hell
Let him dwell in the poison
As well as he sells me my soul back
I swallow it whole
I got a stack of them shit's
In the back of the sticks
Me and $lick got the crucifix picked
Set fire to liars, and then they get zipped
The higher I get, the more I start to drift

I'm burnin' the city and producing toxins
Life ain't no option i'm on suboxone
Fucking rotten but fuck that topic
Seeing you like optics in my vision
Cut the incision
With no deliverance say your penance
Got no provisions
Kill 'em all, they call me Chucky
Blade up in my hand murder, murder, bitch
My life is lived up on the lamb
Rising up from hell, Revelations in the flesh
Always looking friendly 'till I
Grip the fucking TEC!

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Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux