Back From The Dead - $uicideboy$

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Back from the Dead

$witchblade

I got dreams of blowing my brains out

While fucking some bitches in the mouth

Keep these hoes wet with a jaw full of clout

Young white demon from the south

Drinking lean, never liquor

Two-phone shawty, dial up the digits

Anarchy’s the mission

Said fuck a religion

Can I get a witness?

Uh

Syrup in my Icee, having threesomes at the movies

That’s the beauty of the groupies

Just gone and ask Lil' Uzi

$uicide, unifies all the scrutinized

So please either crucify or euthanize

My super size fantasy to cease my life

Never, never sold crack but I smoked it

Think you the cream of the crop

Imma bring out the locusts

Hold up lemme focus

Yeahhhhh

Bitch, I’m sipping brain punch

Drain my lunch’s veins

Blood stains in my fangs, punk

Rock, paper, scissors

Shoot goo in your dame, uh

Walking with a limp

Notre Dame Hunch

Back to the bat cave and pack a wrap fat

Blaze up plankton

I’m fried like Frankenstein

Can’t think right

Put a gun to my head with a blank in mind

Take my time

Away from life

I fucking hate my gears and cranks

They grind

All day and night

I might delay my decay if I gave a flying fuck (but I don’t)

But I don’t, uh