Credits

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Ryxen
Ryxen
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ERRXRISDEAD
ERRXRISDEAD
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Mac Death
Mac Death
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Jeramiah Christopher Talley
Jeramiah Christopher Talley
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Michael Card
Michael Card
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Lyrics

Bitch I’m off them drugs I be floating on the moon
Swerving and I’m crashing doom
Seeing stars up in my room
I been tripping taking all them diamond shrooms
Seeing the devil up in my room
Look at me just say the truth
My eyes are getting blue
From the dust that’s all blue
Taking drugs i follow you
Fake love now I’m calling you
Forgetting you
Moving still talk about
Still walk around
Limp wit a bottle cap and snorting out
Water in my lungs I like to float about
What hoes about
Take slugs to the mouth
I fuck them wit a low amount
found my demons in the background
Eyes go black
And im hauntin em back now
Cant get back now
I been slipping to a place
Where im scratching at my face
Im debased
Sick n twisted mental case
Not part of the human race
Dont lump me in
Ima sin
Ima grin
As im cutting off your skin
Always going for the win
For my lowlifes
No rights no life
Down here
Just some sick fucked dumb shit
Ima catch a body, dump it
Right in public
You call cops
I dont care bitch fuck it
Haunting me
Theres really no place
Where they will let me be
And i cant see
Why you wont just get away from me
Haunting me
Theres really no place
Where they will let me be
And i cant see
Why you wont just get away from me
Higher bitch I’m gettin rich I’m fuckin wit yo clique
Pills up in my system but I’ll still beat you wit a brick
I just mean all my shit I just talk all my shit
I’ll still fuck on yo bitch yeah she licking on my dick
What is up my wrists they glist
Drinking piss my liver rid
Gone for long dug your own ditch
Smoking stank I’m high that’s piss
Im the mother fucking trash man
Crawling out the trash can
Just to slash your throat and fuck it
Bloodin by the buckets
All my enemies suck
I got a tight schedule,
But i can adjust it
If you wanna fucking run this
Repping deadworld
The dead hurled straight from the underground
The undead reject
Aint packing no piece yet
Snarpening the blade
As im spitting like diseases
SICK
ill
Written by: Jeramiah Christopher Talley, Michael Card
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