[Verse 1: Lil Peep]
It's the king of the swamp (Hoo)
Come out the mud with the bugs on my face
And the muck in my lungs
Tuck in my gun, keep it under my tongue
When I open my mouth, get to duckin' and run
Sucking me up, bitches stuck on my nuts
'Cause I fuck 'em and bust on they face when I'm done
Lucky for us, she gon' act like a slut
I be makin' 'em sweat like they under the sun
I keep a felony on me wherever I go when I don't got no strap (Nah)
I keep my enemies close to me
They not my homies, I know for a fact (Nah)
I keep my Hennessy open
I keep my bitch soaking like she in the bath (Wrath)
I keep the medicine rolling like fuck where you going
I'm smoking a sack
Looking like a flight risk, blood on the light switch
Don't get too close or you might get sliced with the knife
I grip in my right fist (Hoo)
Catch me throwin' dick at a white bitch
Catch me gettin' lit like a light, bitch
Big slits in my wrist, fuck life
This don't mean shit to none of y'all listening
Sip blood from the goat at my christening
Ice float like a boat, see it glistening
On my wrist, why I'm talkin' 'bout my wrist again?
Lil Peep write songs for the mental men
Get back to the seminar, Lebanon
In my head, hear gunshots lettin' off
Stone cross in the lows for the swamp moss
When the sun go down, don't get lost
[Verse 2: DEATH+]
When you see me with the mask (See me with the mask)
Don't I look so good like that?
I'm drinkin' my flask and gettin' some ass
I roll into the scene and I slit my wrist
I’m feeling like God (Feeling like God)
Why do death be consumin’ this song?
No mortality, no more sanity
I'm flickin' the switch and I'm off of the wall
And you seein' the signs, yeah (Yeah)
I'm makin' these changes, makin' my places
The blood is still rainin' (Yeah)
Got the blood and the tears that's mixed up on my face
But bitch, I'm still dangerous
With my mask off feelin' like Kane, no shame
And if y’all motherfuckers like me
Don't give a fuck about you, get the fuck from my sight
And I'ma slice my knife until death
I'm seeing no light, every night I'm watchin' myself die
I'm closing my eyes, I'd rather not cry
The morning comes and I sit right by the pipe
Got the rust on my whip, the blade on my hip
I finish a blunt then dispose of the zip
There's smoke in my lips, she sucked on the tip
I'm making these bitches no longer exist
[Outro: DEATH+]
We the fuckin' killers from the garden
Lost in the fog where the party sing songs like blegh
Feelin' like a motherfuckin' God
I'm running through my hood, still screaming “Fuck God” like blegh
We the fuckin' killers from the garden
Lost in the fog where the party sing songs like blegh
Feelin' like a motherfuckin' God
I'm running through my hood, still screaming “Fuck God” like blegh