My Scars Are Like Evidence Being Mailed To The Judge

[$WITCHBLADE $CRIM]
Eternal rest, the bloody mess
Keepin’ the motherfucking devil hot
Satanic mentality, happily makin’ the bodies drop
I’m on the block, circling cops
Ready for their demise
Screams resonate through the night, so I can’t close my eyes
Hard to swallow when the hollows enter through your throat
Lately, I wallow in my sorrow ‘cause I cannot cope
The dope, the coke, the drank, the lean
The pills, the X, the smoke
The rope to choke the pain away, I’m broken til’ I croak
Ho

[YUNG $NOW]
Baby (Baby)
Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover truck
Baby, let me get the weed, there’s more for us
When these suckers leave, yeah, we can smoke a blunt and fuck
I bust a nut, and now it’s time to get the fuck up out my crib
Yeah, here’s a couple bucks
Bitch, I’m Oddy Nuff, creepin’ out the cut
Blood seepin’ out my cut
With the shotty, ‘cause you might escape the Tommy gun
Because I’m busy puffin’ blunts
But soon enough you’ll come back round
You screamin’, “Lock me up—please, box me up!”
I got you, sucker
Start a flame, and turn your body into dust
Smoke your body in the blunt, copy us, I’ll light it up