Lyrics

What the fuck you think you playin on (bitch) This ain't local venues get the fuck back to yr home You ain't ready for the foreigns u ain't got the triple 4's Crawl back to yr momma before I fucking lay my cross Back up on to you, I'mma show you who's the boss I'mma slay you and display you like your death wasn't a loss And that's for souljahs lost, doomed upon this earth Lack of blood is freedom I'mma show that with disgust And contempt, that's all there is to them Negativity of harmony in all that I depend So I took the chaos in kether and I wished on triple 2 Now in dreams of drinking ether I blackout thinking of you And it's those demons... They always have demands I need to understand this was not the fucking plan And yeah I know yr pain, but y'all won't comprehend mine I see in infrared but I always drag behind I'm fine