My Scars Are Like Evidence Being Mailed to the Judge

Eternal rest, the bloody mess

Keepin' the motherfucking devil hot, satanic mentality

Happily makin' the bodies drop

I'm on the block, circling cops

Ready for their demise

Screams resonate through the night, so I can't close my eyes

Hard to swallow when the hollows enter through your throat

Lately, I wallow in my sorrow 'cause I cannot cope

The dope, the coke, the drank, the lean

The pills, the X, the smoke

The rope to choke the pain away

I'm broken till I croak, hoe

Baby, baby

Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover truck

Baby, let me get the weed, there's more for us

When these suckers leave, yeah, we can smoke a blunt and fuck

I bust a nut, and now it's time to get the fuck up out my crib

Yeah, here's a couple bucks

Bitch, I'm Oddy Nuff, creepin' out the cut

Blood seepin' out my cut, with the shotty

'Cause you might escape the Tommy gun

Because I'm busy puffin' blunts

But soon enough, you'll come back round

You screamin', "lock me up, please, box me up!"

I got you, sucker

Start a flame, and turn your body into dust

Smoke your body in the blunt

Copy us, I'll light it up, uh