text: Uh, bitch, I got ice on my wrist
  Thats to stop to slice from swelling
  Bitch, Ill burn a fucking church and sell the ashes to the reverend
  Ask the weapon, aint no stepping, aint no climbing
  Bitch, Im slidin, and I wreck it
  Curbs getting swerved over, bitch, I murder then repress it
  Life full of lessons and I didnt learn shit, so I burned the school too
  Got a sandbox full of ashes for the kids
  Catch me shining in the llac, got a diamond painted black
  Frame intact, flame is back
  Get the fuck up off the grid
  Hi, I want to die
  Blackout my eyes and crucify
  I find in Satans eyes
  Carry my sixes around with pride
  Killer, killer, sweeping the bodies
  Tony the Tommy with grip on the shotty
  Low-life creeping and plotting
  Suboxone on me with a script of neurontin
  Body numb, speaking in tongues
  Opium tar in my lungs
  Pistol-packing, skull cracking
  Im that fucking gothic savage
  Vampire laced in satin
  Love to catch a fuckboy lacking
  Cadillac macking crackhead
  Tracking all who slacking, ratting
  Fucking with the evil ones straight from the crypt
  Drenched in the blood from the souls that I rip
  Creep through the darkness, Im murdering bustas
  Im hunting whatevers inside of my circuits
  Im burning these bodies, Im digging up graves
  Stuck in the place where Jesus wont save
  Triple 6, Satans kids
  G to the 59 dont play shit
  Serial killers, we selling our souls
  Fuckin with us and your body will fold
  Step in the shadow where nobody knows
  Begging for life but its instantly cold
  Voices inside of my head
  Pitted for murder and blood to be shed
  Creep out the darkness, the devil once said
  If you fucking with him, then its death to ya head
  Murda