Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Derrick Jemel Fulton
Songwriter:in
Andrew Steven Nedeau
Songwriter:in
Pedro Francisco Ramirez
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
LONERBOYZ bitch
On my demonic shit
Make way for the three misfits, bitch
Wicked, on some 666 shit
Roll a joint, pop a perc, we getting lit, bitch (fucked up!)
Drinking two cups of blood, in the grave, ya dig
Make way for the three misfits, bitch (bitch!)
Wicked, on some 666 shit
Roll a joint, pop a perc, we getting lit, bitch
Drinking two cups of blood, in the grave, ya dig
I'm a misfit
No one wants to hang around with this kid
Addicted to pills, man I knew I shouldn't risk it
Sadistic the world is, everyone insisting
To stay through the pain - what's the point of existing
When everything hurts, since birth, I just been the worst
Feeling like I'm cursed, put me in the dirt, rest assured
I'll be fucking cured from all the pain endured
On this earth, death is what I yearn
Toss me in the pit and let me burn
Make way for the three misfits, bitch
Wicked, on some 666 shit
Roll a joint, pop a perc, we getting lit, bitch
Drinking two cups of blood, in the grave, ya dig
Make way for the three misfits, bitch
Wicked, on some 666 shit
Roll a joint, pop a perc, we getting lit, bitch
Drinking two cups of blood, in the grave, ya dig
Delinquent, miscreant
Always talking excrement (talking shit)
You showed up on your own (ha!)
Shoulda came with extra men
Knockin' at the door of Death
The reaper finna let you in
LONERBOYZ been friends with him
We singing songs, but these ain't hymns
Halloween masked up with guns
Turn the month into Glocktober
Always high, we not sober
Makin' money like stockbrokers
The black sheep with a rap sheet (facts)
Three deep in a black Jeep
Posted up in them backstreets (posted)
Dip from the boys, no Backstreet (skrt)
Written by: Andrew Steven Nedeau, Derrick Jemel Fulton, Pedro Francisco Ramirez