It's that $carecrow $hawty creepin'
Underneath your bed
Narcotics in my body, all I see is blood red
That schizo serial killer
That handgun under your pillow
Miserable drug dealer
Or that codeine laced 'rilla
Triple six degrees, hangin' from a tree
Smoking gasoline, it's that $uicidal king
I done fucked that bitch you with
I done sliced both of my wrist
Emptyin' out the clip

Ridin' with the crosses flipped
Demons smoke my weed and start
To cough and shit diamonds on my claws, no
I ain't pausing shit
Black shade, need a black flame
Back from the black plague
Ashtray made out of black suede
Get the fuck back, back away
Slash and dash, then it's back to the cave
Ashin' cash then I pack up the grave
Black lipstick left a smack on the face
Rags to riches, give a fuck about the fame

Black teens hit the dirt
White teens hit the grave
Black teens hit the dirt
White teens hit the grave
Black teens hit the dirt
White teens hit the grave
Black teens hit the dirt
White teens hit the grave

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