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Performed By: GHOSTBoi's
Length: 2:40
Written by: Russell Boyle, Tanner Walker




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Ye bitch I'm back in black riding in caskets
If you f*ck with me ye I'm holding on ratchets
Now you move out the way ye I'm f*cked up
Let a pussy boy try to touch us
If you think you hard then try 'n run up
Low lvl with that mean mug fiend up and a crooked smile

Crossing the doubles I put em in line
Slipping in puddles they call me Devine
Think you in trouble I'm losing my mind
Dont f*ck with the humble I heard from the vine
The fire inside of me wont go to rest
A wider variety imma regret
Dont need no privacy I want respect
Covered in ivory that I collect
Wet sweat
Imma threat
Carrying bodies I know where their kept
F*cking with sloppy I'm cutting ya neck
Thinking you caught me but I resurrect
Cause I'm f*cking dead
Catch a ride with reaper
Catching souls imma keeper
Heating up like a fever
Bitch let's follow the leader
Honor me with grace
Replace yo f*cking faith
I'm mobbing through the gate
I got a lot to f*cking say
About the cult that runs the lake
And probly owns the f*cking state
Born without a soul I was born without a name
Everywhere I go yeah it's all the f*cking same
It's time to go to war as I scream into the flame
Got a bullet for my appetite
I'm overdosing every night
Piercing heads up on a spike
They let me know that i'm alright
Ignite the flame and say goodbye
I'm killing myself and I'll end it tonight
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Ye bitch I'm back in black riding in caskets
If you f*ck with me ye I'm holding on ratchets
Now you move out the way ye I'm f*cked up
Let a pussy boy try to touch us
If you think you hard then try 'n run up
Low lvl with that mean mug fiend up and a crooked smile

Crossing the doubles I put em in line
Slipping in puddles they call me Devine
Think you in trouble I'm losing my mind
Dont f*ck with the humble I heard from the vine
The fire inside of me wont go to rest
A wider variety imma regret
Dont need no privacy I want respect
Covered in ivory that I collect
Wet sweat
Imma threat
Carrying bodies I know where their kept
F*cking with sloppy I'm cutting ya neck
Thinking you caught me but I resurrect
Cause I'm f*cking dead
Catch a ride with reaper
Catching souls imma keeper
Heating up like a fever
Bitch let's follow the leader
Honor me with grace
Replace yo f*cking faith
I'm mobbing through the gate
I got a lot to f*cking say
About the cult that runs the lake
And probly owns the f*cking state
Born without a soul I was born without a name
Everywhere I go yeah it's all the f*cking same
It's time to go to war as I scream into the flame
Got a bullet for my appetite
I'm overdosing every night
Piercing heads up on a spike
They let me know that i'm alright
Ignite the flame and say goodbye
I'm killing myself and I'll end it tonight
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Writer: Russell Boyle, Tanner Walker
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