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Woke up in the ambo cart, too much dope to a weak heart
Came home to my bags packed, pop dukes face jacked
Screaming get the fuck outs, we don't want no demon in this house
Did the same to my brother, but not big sis cause she made the fucking dean's list
Shoulda took his life with my fists, but said fuck it got my own crib at fifteen and made some lists
Stay gassed up, turn tricks, suck dicks and get paid
Fool rich chicks, white trash sluts and get laid
Stay fucking dirty and spit
Anything loved, I junked it
We burn the fat from our souls
That's why I decorate my veins with holes and set abyssal goals
First night in the park, three wiggers stomped me
Got some licks with baseball sticks, and ran free
Broken limbed zombie stumbling home, red leaking from the dome
No insurance, so ugly hoe Laura stitched me up and doped me up for three days
Staring at the void in a haze, I asked Satan to ensure each one pays
He responded with violent tactics unheard of since the Aztecs
I recovered, dropped some L and got schooled in hell
Fixed up a couple cocktails of molotov, and in the night to their jungle i was off
All black, head to talon, something I picked up in Shaolin
So like a ghost, I crept through the cars
And set down the jars, beneath a sky with no stars
Waited till the silence was enough and lit the rags up
Still tripping the flames were a sight to behold on a night so cold
With a demon's guidance each one landed
The fire dance leaving families stranded, the whole crew disbanded
When I got home the Beast and Azrael blessed me
And I knew for the first time I was free

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This is the life of a motherfucking scumbag
Post-Apocalyptic games of tag
Nothing left to rep, fuck a flag
Rather rule in hell, than serve in heaven
Rocking black we rob, whore, and pillage in this dark fucking village


With nothing left to lose she lead me a sea of booze, every ill this girl could soothe
With love and dad's money she scooped me from the gutter like a second mother
At heights near paradise, I looked in her eyes and blood ran ice cold as a voice so old
Whispered from darkness, be heartless, regardless
He owned my soul for violence untold
Dark tutelage took me cross the bridge taught me to be bold
So his will be done, I slayed her love, dragged her far from the sun
Fucked every dumb slut in her sight, snuffing out the last of her light
She sank back into the night, and I gave up the fight
Now I'm his general, emotions are minimal, a spiritual criminal my hate is now Biblical


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This is the life of a motherfucking scumbag
Post-Apocalyptic games of tag
Nothing left to rep, fuck a flag
Rather rule in hell, than serve in heaven
Rocking black, we rob, whore, and pillage in this dark fucking village
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