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Who's that on the couch?
Yeah he bleeding from the temple and he's foaming at the mouth
(N)iche!
Said she wanna sell her soul like whats the cost?
Way too evil yeah its solid saint i speak and set the law
Way more evil than knievel
I said free up all my people
My brudda just came home did 20 years he stronger than a beatle
Ayo Solid i think you need to sign your name on this dotted line
360 deal we trap you then your name and soul is fucking mine
Told bro to unhand me
I told you its no plan B
I want money but wont sell my soul
Shit grim like billy mandy
I said im just getting older
Eyes is glazed over
Popping blues and pinks till i start to slump over
Who's that on the couch?
Yeah he's bleeding from the temple and he's foaming at the mouth
Yeah the paramedics on the way they racing up the street
Get to knocking at the door so i think they're here for me
Yeah im the loser on the couch and i think i just od'ed
It was 5 up in my hand now its 2 so i popped 3
But i don't care though
I can stalk you now cuz im a ghost hoe
Watch your every move from every corner like a drone bro
Why they calling me a schizo?
Kinda weird but im not sick hoe
Think he off that shit again his mind is way too fucking brittle