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It's that dead man walkin walkin lookin like a zombie
Citin scriptures out the Bible but you know that I ain't copy
Watch me take another script
Crop my shit don't get it flipped
Cause I'm creepin and crawlin
The bodies I'm haulin
I'm comin up outta da crypt
Fish tail swervin in my ride
No it ain't safe to come outside
Got my bonnie right beside me
Air it out cause bitch I'm clyde
Prolly cop a couple grams
I need that shit to keep me safe
All the money spent on addictions keep me closer to my grave
Flick that ash up out my cash
I burn it fast and then I splash it
With your blood
The way I disappear you would think that it was magic
It's so tragic what had happened
Turn yo face into a graphic
So ecstatic when I get the urge to use my automatic bitch