[Skylarallen]
Every night
I been feeding the stress
I feel it multiply
Every day is a test
But fuck it ima try
Til I meet my demise
I leave you terrified
I leave you paralyzed
Yeah
Every night
Swear I can’t get any rest
But fuck it I don’t mind
Pull the blade from my chest
Like I know I’ll be fine
Til I meet my demise
I leave you terrified
Full body paralyzed
Yeah

[MVKO]
Toss and turn inside my sleep
I'm talking to demons again
Ready to meet my end
Shake hands with the reaper
And leap from the ledge
Hollow to my core
I look alive but inside I feel dead
Most you pussy rappers make a living from playing pretend

Feeling like team rocket watch me blast off
Eatin every beat I touch no bath salts
Fist made of stone make your face eat asphalt
No face no case I always leave the mask on

No one wanna see me comin up
If you got a problem bitch you can run it up
Fuck your feelings I don't really give a mother fuck
Drum up on the stick I'm about to let it dump

It's like I wanna die
Just look in my eyes
You will see no life
I'll leave you hypnotized
You can not compromise
The way I feel inside
I got medusa's eyes
I'll leave you paralyzed
[Skylarallen]
Every night
I been feeding the stress
I feel it multiply
Every day is a test
But fuck it imma try
Til I meet my demise
I leave you terrified
I leave you paralyzed
Yeah
Every night
Swear I can’t get any rest
But fuck it I don’t mind
Pull the blade from my chest
Like I know I’ll be fine
Til I meet my demise
I leave you terrified
Full body paralyzed
Yeah

[Witchouse 40k]
Aye
Blade in my back
I'm wit the ghosts and the gang on attack
Pussy rappers
I be runnin right past em
I sprint to the money
I tryout for track
Who feelin gully? I aim atcho pack
We shooting back
Who want the smoke?
I'm a kid wit a cutthroat
Drop his addy I'm here where they at
Aye, aye
Fuck it, it’s slime gang
Heard he talkin I call on my slatt
I get them racks up
40k out the coffin
I wake up and get to the bag
I am skeleton but I been stacking up pounds
Like a calorie I’m cuttin back
Garbage the family
Teeth on my skully
I feel like an angel but come out the trash
Poppin enemies, not poppin henny
Bitch I’m poppin out
Porcelain they body
If they break in then I shot em down
Origami foldin up the stock and fill they coffin out
I pullup wit a shotty, lil 40 wit da body count
What?!
I got that body count
Walking out the coffin
Burn a bridge like it's a falling out
Heard he drop a song
I seen em cappin imma call em out
The Glock gon get to coughing, who want smoke I give em cottonmouth