Stop Calling Us Horrorcore
Nine, nine on my side every
Time the wheels slide
Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God
Nine, nine on my side every
Time the wheels slide
Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God
Nine, nine on my side every
Time the wheels slide
Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God
Nine, nine on my side every
Time the wheels slide
Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God
Got it out the mud, lungs start to flood
Middle finger to the judge
Fangs filled with suds
Cruisin' with Ruby down the block
Cock that gun hammer young cracker
I'm a cancer that keep getting badder
The God of Grey hangin' from the state
Floatin' above the lake
Forbidden from heaven's gates
Ain't no choice to make
Stuck with these devilish trait's
Bitch, won't fuck, i said it today
Took her backstage, call Yung Plague
Told him to drag this bitch out of my face
Yuh
Nine on my side every
Bitch, I don't give a fuck
Been a goat, I been a duck
Fuck a bitch, cause sin and lust
Control my brain
Her lips are stuck to the duct tape
Now she don't grin as much
Bitch, I trim and pluck
Overly potent, the weed that I'm chokin'
I'm hopin' my lungs are coated
They thin and bust
Exhale blood spillin' on the kitchen linen
Listen to the devil whisper
"kill her and then claim she missing"
Bitch is insane, I'm chompin' on her brain
Let her veins drain, bloody double cup
I'll take another gulp
Nine on my side every time the wheels slide
Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God
Nine, nine on my side every
Time the wheels slide
Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God
Nine, nine on my side every
Time the wheels slide
Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God
Nine, nine on my side every
Time the wheels slide
Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God