Well, that's not very haunted house of you now, is it?
Wah, wah, till my brain hiss a Wah, wah, till my brain hiss a
And I'm finna blow mine, feel the crush in your spine Break through the wall, wait the fall till you die one time I don't ever tell lies, they want me dead every time I revive Uh, kissin' my cold motherfucker, kick through your door like I'm home, motherfucker You somehow, I know you bout to fall off, brother You would think I'm in a breath with a shotgun, pump it, pump it
You feel the drums in your stomach?
Sold out, didn't wash up, ain't blood in my ass.
Fuck a talkie.
She tryna fuck, I'm like, fuck it.
You would think I'm in the garden, wait, then I be creeped on me.
WAKE IT UP TO CHRIS I TELL YOUR BODY MOMMY GRAB IT SLOWLY UP AND MISER LEAP YOUR BODY BLOODY
Out the coffee round the ghost on the block I put the glock until it's only me can choke until his body hungry
He defends no cover.
I've been smoking opposition, turning race about your brothers.
Out the gutter, I've been quelling out the ghost, witty.
I got words inside my bones, and I come up with it.
I ain't sleepin' tonight.
Blood drippin' out my pockets.
Blinger to your conscience with it.
Bullets make em vomit.
Smoke will make em fall quick.
Slip em into coffee.
Leave they body blockin' with it.
Shock em turnin' modern.
Hack a tank of soap quick.
If the gate is locked, so what?
I'll fuck till the brakes fall off I'll run this shit till my brain is a
Wah, wah, till my brain hissa.
Wah, wah, till my brain hissa.
