Shoot all the fuckers that wanna take what I make
.22 caliber, put an end to his day
Fuck, I'll admit 'til I'm dead in the grave
I'ma give it everything what I say (Agh!)
Fucked up, say what you test, get you fucked up
Fire with the .9, make 'em duck shots
Get the fuck out my grave, get you dressed up (Agh!)
Bodies and bodies, ain't catching a case
Knife is a glitch, put it into the pain
Minus the fleeting, I'm feeling insane
Come up from hell to put heaven in place
Still looking doubted, but cannot relate
To anyone, anything, gеtting my way
I promise I make myself bеtter today
I promise I make myself better today
I won't do anything, for a fake
Life on a pedestal, that's your place
Watching the violence, undertake
Everyone's violent in a way
Death are the secrets held by States
But why is the silence starting to fade?
Humans are sickness, that plays
Humans are sickness, that plays
You're gonna pray for it (Ayy)
You're gonna pray for it (Fuck)
You're gonna pray for it (Ayy)
You're gonna pray for it (Yeah)
You're gonna pray for it (Ayy)
You're gonna pray for it (Fuck)
You're gonna pray for it (Ayy)
You're gonna pray for it (Yeah)
