HE LIVES THROUGH ME

Lyrics

[Intro] "Disciples of the Watch, I stand before you; in the name of the one who was cast out from heaven, but is alive in me." [Verse] Yes Baker Maker is here With the vision that gives you fear While I'm smoking I stay provoking I'm making these bitches hear all I the things I do in the night If you scared then don't try to fight If you buck then come test your might In the end, it's your sacrifice Two bitches loced out, standing in the blaze next to me Flames rise as I walk away Black splowed overhead as it covers the space There ain't no time to be saved bitch it's time to make haste And all you what a disgrace See the pain on your face There ain't no hope with this choke In the end, you just erased Berace the trace Bitch I ain't scared Coming up from underground so you better be aware Ducking shots like fucking Sonic Turn this world into despair I don't never give a fuck And I ain't never gave a care Feeling like my life's so bare I got some? I can share If you want to get a test then come and step into my stare I don't know why committing these crimes make me feel whole inside Come with me on a ride Take a trip to the mind See what life behind eyes of a killer who lust for the dough all the time [Hook] Grip, don't trip .45 to his lip If that bitch ain't droppin' shit then I break him off quick Something proper, hit the spot Drop the mask and the Glock Smoked out killas never stop In the mist, we sit and plot Grip, don't trip .45 to his lip If that bitch ain't droppin' shit then I break him off quick Something proper, hit the spot Drop the mask and the Glock Smoked out killas never stop In the mist, we sit and plot [Outro] Grip, don't trip .45 to his lip If that bitch ain't droppin' shit then I break him off quick Something proper, hit the spot Drop the mask and the Glock Smoked out killas never stop In the mist, we sit and plot Grip, don't trip .45 to his lip If that bitch ain't droppin' shit then I break him off quick Something proper, hit the spot Drop the mask and the Glock Smoked out killas never stop