D3uS 3x

Lyrics

[Intro] Heart made of stone, gettin' throat from a succubus Put the barrel in her mouth, bitch, suck on this Bad foreign bitch, dick suckin' lips Big fuckin' tits, bitch, holy shit Yeah Yeah, yeah Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah (Heaven or Hell) Yeah, uh, yeah, woah (Let's rock) (L-L-L3Ft 4 D3aD mixtape) [Verse] Rick Owens trench coat, Deus Ex Twin GLOCKs sing duets, make a bloody mess Grim reaper, black hoodie, DRKSHDW silhouette Big ass sword on the chop, bloody bayonet Chrome bloody crucifix Bro geeked on Percocets Fent 30, kiss of death Don't know who gon' die next Clothes, money, drugs and sex Hoes, got 'em soakin' wet Hoes choosin' on me, yep Nose runny, coke and X (Fuck you) Sloppy throat from your ho, bro, I know you sick Your bitch on go, you ain't know, boy, I know you pissed Blow up my phone, leave me 'lone, ho, you so unhinged Come get your ho, she on me like you don't exist Run through her walls like a ghost, your bitch so possessed Say you get dough, but you broke, boy, I know you stressed Dark evil thoughts, swear these hoes so fucked in the head Neck and wrist froze, my heart cold, I feel like snowman Lights out like bulbs, diamonds glow like some fuckin' lamps My balls and my word, break 'em for no man Heart made of stone, gettin' throat from a succubus Put the barrel in her mouth, bitch, suck on this Bad foreign bitch, dick suckin' lips Big fuckin' tits, bitch, holy shit We pull up, Hellcat, eyes glowin' red Do donuts, spinnin' blocks like a pirouette We ain't gon' duck, shotgun blast like the pyramids We get lows, hit the mall with like forty bands Doors lift up, car transform just like Optimus Sassafras, molly rock, brown like fuckin' sand (This is too easy) Rick hoodie, hood on my head like Darth Sidious Walk in the room, high-end clothes, got unspoken rizz Futuristic scope on the gun, shootin' shit like Gantz Blow through the breeze, bullets blow through the fuckin' wind Chrome Hearts tee, roar jeans look so heaven-sent Angels fall from the sky, Neon Genesis Got like ten pounds of shrooms in the hippie van Big ass shroom, it's the size of my fuckin' head Ketamine, Crystal Castles Spike knuckles, bloody fists Wrist frozen like Alaska Geeked on shroom chocolates Paint her walls, Sistine Chapel Pull off in that Porsche, skedaddle Orange dodge, Dukes of Hazzard Engine roarin', pterodactyl Black Chrome trench, twin chops just like fuckin' Axl In the field, catching plays, try to blitz 'em, bullets tackle Pussy grippin' like a grapple Rick Owens Geobaskets Vivienne globe 'round my neck, look like fuckin' Saturn Geeked in the Wraith, gettin' brain, your bitch throat get splattered Bitch suck up me and my bros and kiss you after Back of the Wraith, feedin' K to a fuckin' stallion Two cups stuffed, pourin' blood like a fuckin' fountain Rick Owens suit, pourin' blood with my vamp battalion Rick Owens boots, spill the blood on this fuckin' fashion So many racks, damn, I think I need an accountant Bitch know I'm him, I walk in, take his ho, no challenge [Outro] (This is too easy)