Cast
Into hell
For their atrocities
Against the highest order
They Fall
Into the deepest
Boiling pits of Tartarus
Im here to profit i got no option or ima rot
Im in the process of fillin pockets I come on top
You try to stop it no need for talkin I rather pop
It is the prophet I had no option I f*ckin shot
In the apartment I caught him walkin and now theres chalk
He was a target and so i mark him and now he gone
You must not know what the f*ck i have done
Cuz i guarantee you if you knew youd be on the run
You said what
You wanna die
Oh its all alright
We gonna ride
The moon is high
Got alibi
You say goodbye
You gonna try
To save your life
But it aint wise
It your demise
That will arrive
I give a toast to the ghosts i bury em with the pain
Throw the guts in the trash and carry it to my grave
With the ash in the tray and a lash on the brain
You shoulda never came up with thinking we are the same