Letras
Triple six candle drawn let me grab my silencer
Walkin' over dead bodies sprawled on the back porch
Lost in the mist why not play in the fog
Handing me her soul through the trap house door
Playing on my conscience is the evil which I'm ridden
This a cry for help, while nobody listen
Church bells gong as the blood starts dripping
When the innocent die white chalk hit the ceiling
From your head to your knees I'm finna break ya hoe
It's a Texas thang, every thang is chopped and slow
I been singing with the dead, no coco
Paint my face and hit a lick and blast them with that forty four
Dumping a witness I'm killing these bitches
I pray to my god that I get his forgiveness
Been dead to the world but I'm back on a M
And I'll do it again and again and again
What's up mane, they ain't wanna Siren killing for down under
Rolling with Ill $ilva dawg, shoutout to my niggas dawg, aye
Dope sick for bitch that will never get to play house
Pay out, is a pure soul which I take now
Asian chopsticks order me some take out
I just wanna eat flesh I don't give a fuck how
Rag over ya face, imma make a bitch pass out
Wake up on a table with her body parts quartered out
Graveyard stay hard know I'm the devils child
Drag you straight to Hell as I gut you for your insides