text: Cocaine, cocaine
  Cocaine, cocaine
  Two shots for me and fucking Jesus himself
  Who the fuck signed the petition giving Jesus the belt?
  Tie it around his neck and get to fucking buckling up
  For every moment I counted on him, Im fucking him up
  Torture victims are due to scriptures, its written as such
  So every moment my uncle suffered was planned in the cut
  Cut his tongue out and hammered fucking nails in his skull
  Couldnt see what Jesus planned, my vision is dull, and so
  If theres a fucking God, I wanna slit his fucking throat
  And feed his organs to the children
  And, shower solutions to the black and the white
  And, endless indulgence to the youth in the night
  Cold scripture all use to be causing a rut
  Drowning women and many children and pillaging trust
  Just a man who murdered many in sake of himself
  He just replaced you, you are just a book on his shelf
  Two shots for me and fucking Jesus himself
  Two shots for me and fucking Jesus himself
  Panoramic pictures, victims turn to victims
  Through these venomous scriptures
  Slowly disagree, said it into my Swisher
  Tell Lucy I write that lick up plus I like my Lucy with some liquor
  These pills just dont heal the pain no more
  What if my mama strangled me with my umbilical cord
  Brain dead and deceased, guess well never be sure
  As long as my angel keep me company
  No, my demons will never come for me
  Yall mad and pissed cause karma bit me, but she only left me a penny
  So I drown my sorrows with this bottle of Henny
  Should I go ahead and clap the semi
  Get it acquainted, with my dome
  Let this bullet be friendly, I seen it and done it all from prozac to zoloft, methazine inside the bottle
  My excuse was to cough
  Demons locked inside my closet
  My angel will repent em off
  We go through zone through my seed though
  When it rest in the coffin
  The pain consume my soul and that seems to be the problem