Got a blunt Pop a trunk Fill it with a fuck boy Bitch boy spilling his guts Stomach acid mixed with blood staining my all white white-laced SB Dunks Cop a couple bucks out his back pocket Wallet got to have something Otherwise i got to snatch something So I pulled out his heart from his chest Left the rest for bitch and the left them I ditched for the seventh Fuck a motherfucker ducking Tucking in his tail I got a bone to pick with motherfuckers trying to see me fail Creeping like a vulture bitch i'm following his trail Picking at his bones for flesh Leave the flies with the rest Leave his body growing pale Close his mouth with nails Dead men tell no tales
[Verse 2: Yung $carecrow]
Yung jack torrance with some bodies in the storage Lil broke mother fucker with enough to pay the mortgage Got that torture in my barrel Them ghost inhibit my mind It's that $uicidal junkie Young Scorcese of my time I'm creeping with 5 9 in the over look hotel Taking one look at us you can tell we come from hell I'm smoking and chanting spells Packing a couple bells Popping waves back to back I'm always riding the swell