creeping up out the dungeon
all it look like is fungus
all of this weed i be rolling
the roaches approaching the hopeless and roping
the bitches like moses and then i start stumbling
throw that shade at your neck
i'm unleashing the evil from under my bed
killing myself with the noose or the knife
but they leave something red
piercing the crucifix deep in my chest
leaving a mess for the bugs to infest
smoking my dope to the dome
king of heroin and euphoria touching my brain
look in the mirror then i fucking figure
i'm lucifer running around changing the game
changing the pages of history
i'm rolling it up in a swisher
i'm popping pain pills like i'm popping the trigger
the hitler of the $uicide cult that follows
bottles i swallow with scripts no regard for a tomorrow
soaking in sorrow with $carecrow has risen off the post
sipping codeine till i overdose
all i think about is putting a hole in my brain
never wanna deal with another thing
that don't got a thing to do with levitating to the plane
face down on a bloody carpet and now i'm lookin down at me
i never thought that i'd be thinking the way i been
i know what you wanna say
you wanna say it'll be okay one day
i'ma roll the dice and bet 7 on death
he's coming to siphon the life from your chest
say that you wishing to die
but you wishing to get more attention
puffing that bible swish with $lick
while watching you die and i'm sipping my liq'
soon as the bottle is done
from the puncture of the blade
if you got no nuts to do it yourself then it's okay
and it's aiming at your face
from the puncture of the blade
if you got no nuts to do it yourself then it's okay
and it's aiming at your face