Watch me flex, back from the dead
Shoot a motherf*cker with the AK next
Slice open your neck, still playing roulette
I don't give a f*ck, Lil Cut Throat's next
Come from the south, hung from a tree
Cut Throat, Cut Throat, starting scare me
6 feet deep, R.I.P
Manifest the suicide taken from me
Didn't ask for saving, I'm forsaken by he
Lord of the psychoward, wanna be free
Triple 6 killer, the sinner, I'ma threat
Lunatic f*cker with rope around my neck
Poppity, offity, pop one in heads
Don't give a f*ck bitch my eyes always bleed
Keep popping and popping until I OD
Psychosis, psychosis, STPD, f*ck
New batch got the pipe loaded
Mix the white with the baking soda
20 wraps of the finest rock in my sock and I'm hitting the street
Then I'm back in the kitchen over the stove
Whipping up in that pyrex
'Cos I gotta eat
Ain't get no hand outs
Get nothing for free
I'ma make sure one day that the world at my feet
So I curb stomp that bitch for f*cking it up
Always giving me shit
Make me have to discover my brother face down in a ditch
Don't care 'bout the money
Shit pretty sure I'd be dead if I was rich
Just care bout the numbing, secure my next hit
My bad habits, no free smiles, just sad addicts
If there's a God or Devil he'd take my life
Instead of theirs 'cos he can f*cking have it
Heron - CERBERUS (feat. Kid Kunai) Lyrics
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Watch me flex, back from the dead
Shoot a motherf*cker with the AK next
Slice open your neck, still playing roulette
I don't give a f*ck, Lil Cut Throat's next
Come from the south, hung from a tree
Cut Throat, Cut Throat, starting scare me
6 feet deep, R.I.P
Manifest the suicide taken from me
Didn't ask for saving, I'm forsaken by he
Lord of the psychoward, wanna be free
Triple 6 killer, the sinner, I'ma threat
Lunatic f*cker with rope around my neck
Poppity, offity, pop one in heads
Don't give a f*ck bitch my eyes always bleed
Keep popping and popping until I OD
Psychosis, psychosis, STPD, f*ck
New batch got the pipe loaded
Mix the white with the baking soda
20 wraps of the finest rock in my sock and I'm hitting the street
Then I'm back in the kitchen over the stove
Whipping up in that pyrex
'Cos I gotta eat
Ain't get no hand outs
Get nothing for free
I'ma make sure one day that the world at my feet
So I curb stomp that bitch for f*cking it up
Always giving me shit
Make me have to discover my brother face down in a ditch
Don't care 'bout the money
Shit pretty sure I'd be dead if I was rich
Just care bout the numbing, secure my next hit
My bad habits, no free smiles, just sad addicts
If there's a God or Devil he'd take my life
Instead of theirs 'cos he can f*cking have it
Shoot a motherf*cker with the AK next
Slice open your neck, still playing roulette
I don't give a f*ck, Lil Cut Throat's next
Come from the south, hung from a tree
Cut Throat, Cut Throat, starting scare me
6 feet deep, R.I.P
Manifest the suicide taken from me
Didn't ask for saving, I'm forsaken by he
Lord of the psychoward, wanna be free
Triple 6 killer, the sinner, I'ma threat
Lunatic f*cker with rope around my neck
Poppity, offity, pop one in heads
Don't give a f*ck bitch my eyes always bleed
Keep popping and popping until I OD
Psychosis, psychosis, STPD, f*ck
New batch got the pipe loaded
Mix the white with the baking soda
20 wraps of the finest rock in my sock and I'm hitting the street
Then I'm back in the kitchen over the stove
Whipping up in that pyrex
'Cos I gotta eat
Ain't get no hand outs
Get nothing for free
I'ma make sure one day that the world at my feet
So I curb stomp that bitch for f*cking it up
Always giving me shit
Make me have to discover my brother face down in a ditch
Don't care 'bout the money
Shit pretty sure I'd be dead if I was rich
Just care bout the numbing, secure my next hit
My bad habits, no free smiles, just sad addicts
If there's a God or Devil he'd take my life
Instead of theirs 'cos he can f*cking have it
Writer: Morgan Marc, Wolfgang Beaumont
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid