$uicide Boy$ - Back From The Dead | Текст песни

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• $uicide Boy$
• Back From The Dead

I got dreams of blowing my brains out
While fucking some bitches in the mouth
Keep these hoes wet with a jaw full of clout
Young white demon from the south
Drinking lean, never liquor
Two-phone shanty, dial up the digits
Anarchy's the mission
Said fuck a religion
Can I get a witness? Uh
Syrup in my Icee, having threesomes at the movies
That's the beauty of the groupies
Just gone and ask Lil' Uzi
$uicide, unifies all the scrutinized
So please either crucify or euthanize
My super size fantasy to cease my life

[Verse 2: Lil' Uzi the Antichrist]

Bitch, I'm sipping brain punch
Drain my lunch's veins
Blood stains in my fangs, punk
Rock, paper scissors
Shoot goo in your dame
Walk with a limp
Notre Dame Hunch
Back to the bat cave and pack a wrap fat
Blaze up plankton
I'm fried like Frankenstein
Can't think right
Put a gun to my head with a blank in mind
Take my time away from life
I fucking hate my gears and cranks
They grind all day and night
I might delay my decay if I gave a flying fuck
But i don't