Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Andrew Steven Nedeau
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Derrick Jemel Fulton
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Pedro Francisco Ramirez
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Lyrics
Rope around my throat, I'm looking like I'm Billy Bailey
Killing folks who want the smoke, I think about it daily
Mainly, I dream of blood dripping down my face, see
I'm a wild child, some may call me fucking crazy
I been hearing voices in my head as of lately
Telling me that people want me dead and they hate me
So I gotta keep my guard up, watch out for my safety
Kill or be killed bitch, I'm taking you before you take me
DRxW LXRDOFHVNGER got a lot of fucking enemies
If you not fucking with my music, you ain't a friend of me
You telling me you cannot find the time to hear my masterpiece
I will chop your head off, maybe make it my new centerpiece
It's blasphemy not fucking with the LONERBOYZ, stop testing me
Rest in peace to all the motherfuckers who contesting me
Fuck police, I keep my middle fingers up for deputies
Tendencies for homicide, your screamings like a melody
To be honest, I can't think for a second
I am a murderer, I'm feeling like a peasant
No wonder I'm insane because I'm not even present
Gonna be executed by the medieval method
Being hanged with a rope, I swear life is a joke
Let me grab the shotty, shoot this dumb bitch right down her throat
Actually, right in her shoulder, file up the folders
Killed a man and his wife, thanks to Charles Coker
We some scumbags, leaving bodies stiff like cumrags
Groundskeeper from Get Out, your ass gon' have to run fast (Run!)
It don't even matter, you gon' get hit when this gun blast
Enjoying every moment, keep it going, make the fun last
I never discriminate, these bullets finna penetrate
Anyone whose in my way, it's gon' be they last day! (Last day)
My soul is corrupted, I ain't making it to Heaven's gates (Ain't no way)
Hell is where I dwell, said it just to set the record straight (So you know)
Rope around my throat, I'm looking like I'm Billy Bailey
Killing folks who want the smoke, I think about it daily
Mainly, I dream of blood dripping down my face, see
I'm a wild child, some may call me fucking crazy
I been hearing voices in my head as of lately
Telling me that people want me dead and they hate me
So I gotta keep my guard up, watch out for my safety
Kill or be killed bitch, I'm taking you before you take me
Written by: Andrew Steven Nedeau, Derrick Jemel Fulton, Pedro Francisco Ramirez