I'm inspired to find the lie I never noticed, until I focused You lit the fuse inside my head Thank you for reminding me Take a good look at agony Forced, dead, pass down Time release Blackless x on the back Of a soulful man

Pile the bodies Set them aflame The human race Sentenced to burn Warfare begins Cities are ablaze Tortured screams Skin turning black Carbonization

Yeah I said so, so who drove him? That shit crazy, man Who drove him to the hospital? 'Cause I'm in here trying to make a love song and shit Like I get this bad news I just got the call before I heard the beat They just shot my dog like why it had to be

I'm bound to kill by the murderer's pact Coercion and threats Made their demands Held the past over my head One mistake has made me their tool Blackmailing a means to the end, I'm forced into the pact Is this what I am?

Two pints of lean'll have me slurring on my words Undertaker car, triple black drop bird Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'mma burp It's a white girl in town: name is "cocaine" It's some dirty birds in town: Gucci Mane and Waka Flame We flying, we

Necromancer Death's his guiding lights Stealing afterlife Feeding from the host Black unholy ghost Born out of hell from the depths of Gomorrah Purging new graves and defiling the souls He satiates with such vile and dark horror Omens of dread on this

I call you when I need to roll one Ayy, Ben, I always call you when I need a hit, man You call me when you need to hold something You only call me when you need a loan And I'm only talkin' murder on my other phone She be right here like she 'pposed to

What fate awaits the machine-gun man? Well, he ain't got no future and he ain't got no plan It's a shame, it's a shame, Lord The trigger be his only friend It's a shame, oh yeah He's a pocketful of hate that don't give a damn Tell me what a young man,

I'm invincible, niggas can't beat me I be pullin' out straps on these fuck niggas I go Young M.A. on these dumb bitches Like a dyke man, you niggas can't fuck with me If a nigga says it's up, then it's stuck with me What's the principle? Pimpin' ain't

We'll carry on Your memory will carry on Will never take my heart You can try You'll never break me When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, son, when you grow up