[Intro: Deth Coni]
Two corpses in the grave
Hi Coni
G-G-G-G-G-G-Goonn
Sorry I wasn't listening
But it wouldn't make a difference
I came in this life fucking stumbling
I needa stumble to the chicken

[Chorus: Deth Coni]
She wake up, put on makeup
Bitch I wake up, I fucking lace up
It's a war out there we barely made it
The rule is face it or get a face lift
If it's a problem, we can change it
I punched your face only once and rearranged it
I could give you keys to be famous
Matter of fact you can have 'em, that's somе lame shit

[Verse 1: Deth Coni]
I don't wanna fall
I don't wanna fall
Whichever way it goеs
Whichever way you choose to pick up
I rose up again
Flipped on the news, vigilante in the lens
Man you're not gonna save us, all these newspapers wishing that you did
It's just another day in Gotham
Walking with a shotgun
Seeing hella choppers
News cast, elevation, that one might just cost you but shit, I ain't the proctor
I'm just a normal kid, in a world that doesn't give a shit about you or me
I just roll up a cig, these cancerous sticks support me like a UAV
[Chorus: Deth Coni]
She wake up, put on makeup
Bitch I wake up, I fucking lace up
It's a war out there we barely made it
The rule is face it or get a face lift
If it's a problem, we can change it
I punched your face only once and rearranged it
I could give you keys to be famous
Matter of fact you can have 'em, that's some lame shit

[Verse 2: Brave Rome Terrified]
I put the dead inside of dead asleep
I closed the case and then replaced it with a center piece
I like the light up on my phone
When you keep calling me
I let ring
I let the shadows on my wall
Select the viles and I let it bleed
I’m feeding on the energy
Of nausea and never leave
The window open after three
Unless you really wanna leave
Gotham sirens gotta go
I’m on the top of chemicals
And riddles riddling me this
You’re joking but I’m serious
[Verse 3: Deth Coni]
I got no discipline
But trust me it ain't crippling
I'm posted up in chrysalis
The mouse gives me a tip again
Sorry I wasn't listening
But it wouldn't make a difference
I came in this life fucking stumbling
I needa stumble to the chicken

[Chorus: Deth Coni]
She wake up, put on makeup
Bitch I wake up, I fucking lace up
It's a war out there we barely made it
The rule is face it or get a face lift
If it's a problem, we can change it
I punched your face only once and rearranged it
I could give you keys to be famous
Matter of fact you can have 'em, that's some lame shit