I got the ash tray full of Mary broken bottles at my feet
Blood dripping from the walls it’s dead bodies in the street
Welcome to the chop pussy bitch I wouldn’t fuck with me
I’m the type that’s in ya dreams about to kill you while ya sleep
I got gold in my teeth blood stains on my timberlands
Creeping through the night with no face like I’m slender man
God damn it’s the masked man straight from Azkaban blood from lambs pentagrams mother fucking taliban
I don’t do this shit for show I just do this shit for fun
Can’t you see the way I glow bitch I’m hotter than the sun
Lately I been on a roll, and you bitches on the run, while we creeping on the low bumping jimmys got a gun
Catch me posted up on the corner getting gassed up
Right before I hit thе lick I put my fucking mask up
When the devil call yo namе it ain't no need to ask what
Ya contracts up them hell hounds bout to fuck yo ass up
Told her if she coming to the crib bring a couple friends
Bet you if I pull a couple bands it’s gone make em dance
Blunt after blunt in rotation got em trading hands
If you ain’t scared to die then come on let’s go take a chance