I don't care what they told you
It probably was true
It torments you
I torment you
I'll end up in that coffin next to you
And torment you
I torment you
Contortion endorphins, the origin a orphan
Proportions, a organ, misfortune, distortion
Four horseman The corpse been abortioned, of course in
A shortened huntin' down a weirdo fled to Portland uh
Excalbur, no silence remains
Next calendar year, ain't no blood pump in ya vein
Only thing left to gain, everyone's in retrograde
Get ya chain snatched lemme demonstrate, walkin' plane crash
Getcha frame cracked Tesla FSD
Ghost ridin' to the grave plot you get no praise from me
Rot into organic matter get sprayed up
Pushin' up daises decayed a lot, Mulchified in my holster
Bolster, a missing poster they blame it on the cartel
Or La Cosa nostra a mar-vel
Deplorable whore on a marble floor, who my kiddin'
Bashin' your brains all over the kitchen yellin' Parkour
I don't care what they told you
It probably was true
It torments you
I torment you
I'll end up in that coffin next to you
And torment you
I torment you
I'm demented, mentally sick, deranged and conflicted
Anybody in my way become a victim Spit venom
They listen and feel it when it get into em
If I ain't got it on me, run up and I'll stick into em
Real shit, all black dickies is the fit
If u poppin it we hawkin and stalkin for talkin shit
I be lit, drunk n be stumbilin off the shits
Niggas lookin like the mob when I'm come in wit my clique
U ain't never seen nobody get they cap pilled
Drivin off the liquor, I'm swervin that's why my yac spilled
I sit alone in the dark when I'm at the tilt, trippin
Blaming my self I'm tryin to get past guilt
Gimmie reason to summon the killin season
Cause a scene before I flee, if he's die then so be it
It's so facetious, I smile and look like a demon
Niggas bleed I get even, im a mutha fuckin heathen
I don't care what they told you
It probably was true
It torments you
I torment you
I'll end up in that coffin next to you
And torment you
I torment you
There is some unsolved mystery true crime shit
Forensic file, on some cold case grime shit
Hear no evil, see no evil, serial killer mind shit
American nightmare next door rip out ya spine shit
I walk slow and steady lock loaded and deadly
A Glock nine to the dome... pop pop Funfetti
Hotshot run ready, hot toddy got pole
Almost got away with it but the op stay friendly
Smile in ya face but behind closed doors
You're exposed tryin to get young girls out their clothes
That's why I got the noose around ya neck
You'll be dead before witness protect
Post a selfie with ya corpse so the family knows
I don't care about the gang you was in
I'm cleansing the earth of the scum
Line um up for the slaughter
I'm a father with a daughter and I'm startin' to trip
Drivin' by my house twice, I'm a empty the whole clip