Released: September 21, 2015
Songwriter: Scott Arceneaux Jr. Aristos Petrou
Producer: Budd Dwyer
[Verse 1: LIL INFECTED]
Crooked smiles with their twisted mouths
I know what y'all are laughin' 'bout
I shout for the Sandman to come out the clouds
Annihilate the crowd without a sound
A pile of dust can try and hate me
But lately, I've been feelin' like my enemies evaporating
I am creating my own nemesis from all of the shit I hate 'bout myself
I will raise him in the pits of hell, let him dwell in the poison
As well as he sells me my soul back, I swallow it whole
I got a stack of them shits in the back of the sticks
Me and $lick got the crucifix picked
Set fire to liars, and then they get zipped
The higher I get, the more I start to drift
[Verse 2: YUNG HEATH LEDGER]
I'm burnin' the city and producing toxins, life ain't no option
I'm on suboxone, fucking rotten—but fuck that topic
Seeing you like optics in my vision, cut the incision
With no deliverance say your penance, got no provisions
Kill 'em all, they call me Chucky, blade up in my hand
Murder, murder, bitch, my life is lived up on the lamb
Rising up from hell, Revelations in the flesh
Always looking friendly 'till I grip the fucking TEC!
Crooked smiles with their twisted mouths
I know what y'all are laughin' 'bout
I shout for the Sandman to come out the clouds
Annihilate the crowd without a sound
A pile of dust can try and hate me
But lately, I've been feelin' like my enemies evaporating
I am creating my own nemesis from all of the shit I hate 'bout myself
I will raise him in the pits of hell, let him dwell in the poison
As well as he sells me my soul back, I swallow it whole
I got a stack of them shits in the back of the sticks
Me and $lick got the crucifix picked
Set fire to liars, and then they get zipped
The higher I get, the more I start to drift
[Verse 2: YUNG HEATH LEDGER]
I'm burnin' the city and producing toxins, life ain't no option
I'm on suboxone, fucking rotten—but fuck that topic
Seeing you like optics in my vision, cut the incision
With no deliverance say your penance, got no provisions
Kill 'em all, they call me Chucky, blade up in my hand
Murder, murder, bitch, my life is lived up on the lamb
Rising up from hell, Revelations in the flesh
Always looking friendly 'till I grip the fucking TEC!
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