(beamon intro vocals) just another day of the tortured he never show his face every portrait is blurry he falls like a flurry like snow on the concrete melts in the pavement flows like the water room full of smoke and his lungs full of slaughter room full of smoke and his lungs full of slaughter room cold and dark but his thoughts bring the slaughter through put me in the river river made of bullets shoot em at you bitches beamon aka the vicious witch up in your village frozen but he living motherfuck the government i'm pissing on the system motherfuck a system unless it's a playstation god damn
(beamon first verse) young beamon see the snow and sing to birds bitch young beamon walking on the water in the ocean town of lavender lavender town tower of terror the monster, a werewolf he still care a very little bout these motherfuckers talking keep your eyes off em flows get haunted snow on his garments level up shortly jordan at the garden who the fuck could guard em
(beamon hook) i just really hope they know i don't really fuck with you they talk about the weak ass hoes that you sex step back yea i think you need to step back lil bitch think you need to step back god damn they wack
(beamon second verse) trash ass music with they trash ass flow get back slapped slow by the half black ghost watch my city drop down in my palms while i'm dying young dragonite beamon calm while he flying
(beamon bridge) legs wrapped up in the softest cotton you could have grew a little bit god damn, got you niggas mad bury me with flowers tuck my arms in the wet dirt bitch you want some fame? rip my heart out my shirt, red i mean my red shirt i mean im lonely i mean my red shirt i mean im lonely
(beamon third verse) and i'm dead i'm the last one to speak to you creeping through the town of lavender ash with a pikachu ash on my lavender smashing the calendar abra kadabra bruh alakazam god damn sabrina with the marsh badge young soul calibur last of my caliber laughing at the world ten glocks made of pearls and my tears made of crystals got diamonds in my curls and flows made of missiles, young bitch
(beamon hook) you know i don't really fuck with you you talk about the weak ass hoes that you sex step back yeah i think you need to step back lil bitch, think you need to step back god damn they wack
where i go no i don't know oh where i go no i dont know oh where i go no i dont know oh