Running up
With my switchblade tucked
Bodys start to slump
Watch the heartbeat stop
Born from the mud
With the smoke in my lungs
Taped out site
Watch the corpses pile up
Bayside killer, blood river
Call me Jack the f*cking Ripper
Picture this, 20 stitches
In your wrist lil bitch
I'm the Crooked man
Counting out the body bags
Handing out the toe tags
Wave your white flag
Absent of emotion
Running on an overdose
Riding with the shadow clones
Bones decompose in the snow
Keep the fire stoked
Bitch this is my road
Kershaw clipped on my hip
Barrel to your dome
Oh no
Let the blood spray
Rein in the blood rain
Stain on the switchblade
Filled up the mass grave
Underworld mage
On the underground stage
3 times say my name
And I'll take your life away
Comin out in my disguise
Comin out I'm leavin high
Broke and aching from the thighs
I'm only here for my demise
I don't even wanna know
But you're askin what I know
Tryna gloat tryna act like you the goat
Really goes to show
Pull the trigger lemme know
Mind works better when it's all over the walls
Pull the motherf*ckin gat
Put you in the f*ckin back
Icicles upon your lap
You're walkin inside of my trap
Bitch I'm on the f*cken edge
Walkin one foot off the ledge
One more slip I'll end up dead
Duck it in your waist
Put the bullets in your safe
Smoke the buds just in case
The cops are on the way
It takes one mistake
You lose everything
And your face becomes disgraced
It ain't even worth it
So don't even try it
You ain't gonna pull it
If you ain't wanna die yet
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Running up
With my switchblade tucked
Bodys start to slump
Watch the heartbeat stop
Born from the mud
With the smoke in my lungs
Taped out site
Watch the corpses pile up
Bayside killer, blood river
Call me Jack the f*cking Ripper
Picture this, 20 stitches
In your wrist lil bitch
I'm the Crooked man
Counting out the body bags
Handing out the toe tags
Wave your white flag
Absent of emotion
Running on an overdose
Riding with the shadow clones
Bones decompose in the snow
Keep the fire stoked
Bitch this is my road
Kershaw clipped on my hip
Barrel to your dome
Oh no
Let the blood spray
Rein in the blood rain
Stain on the switchblade
Filled up the mass grave
Underworld mage
On the underground stage
3 times say my name
And I'll take your life away
Comin out in my disguise
Comin out I'm leavin high
Broke and aching from the thighs
I'm only here for my demise
I don't even wanna know
But you're askin what I know
Tryna gloat tryna act like you the goat
Really goes to show
Pull the trigger lemme know
Mind works better when it's all over the walls
Pull the motherf*ckin gat
Put you in the f*ckin back
Icicles upon your lap
You're walkin inside of my trap
Bitch I'm on the f*cken edge
Walkin one foot off the ledge
One more slip I'll end up dead
Duck it in your waist
Put the bullets in your safe
Smoke the buds just in case
The cops are on the way
It takes one mistake
You lose everything
And your face becomes disgraced
It ain't even worth it
So don't even try it
You ain't gonna pull it
If you ain't wanna die yet
With my switchblade tucked
Bodys start to slump
Watch the heartbeat stop
Born from the mud
With the smoke in my lungs
Taped out site
Watch the corpses pile up
Bayside killer, blood river
Call me Jack the f*cking Ripper
Picture this, 20 stitches
In your wrist lil bitch
I'm the Crooked man
Counting out the body bags
Handing out the toe tags
Wave your white flag
Absent of emotion
Running on an overdose
Riding with the shadow clones
Bones decompose in the snow
Keep the fire stoked
Bitch this is my road
Kershaw clipped on my hip
Barrel to your dome
Oh no
Let the blood spray
Rein in the blood rain
Stain on the switchblade
Filled up the mass grave
Underworld mage
On the underground stage
3 times say my name
And I'll take your life away
Comin out in my disguise
Comin out I'm leavin high
Broke and aching from the thighs
I'm only here for my demise
I don't even wanna know
But you're askin what I know
Tryna gloat tryna act like you the goat
Really goes to show
Pull the trigger lemme know
Mind works better when it's all over the walls
Pull the motherf*ckin gat
Put you in the f*ckin back
Icicles upon your lap
You're walkin inside of my trap
Bitch I'm on the f*cken edge
Walkin one foot off the ledge
One more slip I'll end up dead
Duck it in your waist
Put the bullets in your safe
Smoke the buds just in case
The cops are on the way
It takes one mistake
You lose everything
And your face becomes disgraced
It ain't even worth it
So don't even try it
You ain't gonna pull it
If you ain't wanna die yet
Writer: Keagan Cole
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