My Flaws Burn Through My Skin Like Demonic Flames From Hell

[Tommy Wright III]
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die
Gotta big clip wit a Jason mask
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die
Gotta big clip wit a Jason mask
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die
Gotta big clip wit a Jason mask
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die
Gotta big clip wit a Jason mask
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die
Gotta big clip wit a Jason mask
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die
Gotta big clip wit a Jason mask

[YUNG MUTT]
Sunk back in the driver’s seat
Blunt between my lips
I’m riding with a bitch that’s high as me
She ducking out
She trying to sleep
I’m ducking out
I’m trying to see the road
But all I can see are four horsemen
Coming closer to me
I think I’m about to die, we’ll see
Swerving on them motherfuckers, bitch
It ain’t my time
Let the world blow up first
Then I might just close my eyes
It’s all I really wanted my whole life
The universe won’t notice, bitch
You just another life, the sun’ll rise
The stars have already died

[Tommy Wright]
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die
Gotta big clip wit a Jason mask
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die
Gotta big clip wit a Jason mask
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die
Gotta big clip wit a Jason mask
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die
Gotta big clip wit a Jason mask

[YUNG $CARECROW]
I see the reaper creeping
As my blood is seeping
Sleeping deeper through the night
So I can face my demons
My weakness seems to be
That I cannot stop breathing
Death keeps cheating on my life
But on my soul, it’s feeding
It goes on… (and on and on and on and on)
Leading to the fleeting of an endless dream
Screaming and needing
Yelling and pleading that things ain’t as they seem
In the cut sneaking and tweaking
Because I can’t stop seeking this pain
This torture of horror that I’m always conceiving