[Intro]
(Akvri)

[Verse]
What? Back home in the grave
Whip a— Whip a hearse with the— with the woodgrain
Ice-cold nights match the white gold chain
My brain is a burden and my mind is a maze
Lean with it, rock with it, dash got a Glock in it
Mick Foley pimpin', tell a bitch to put a sock in it
I ain't on the block with it, I'm under the rocks with it
Tombstone boy, pinky ring got diamond rocks in it
Glisten, give a fuck if you listen
Mike Klebold, pistol nine milli', go the distance
BONES too consistent, BONES, why you tripping?
I ain't ceased, still lend assistance to delete your out existence
Sittin' in the shadow, my battle is on the inside
Me against myself, I'm willing to bet that it won't end right
What happened to that boy?
Bitch, I'm stuntin' like my daddy, glitchin' like some white noise
Young Peter Steele, dye it black, number one
'Nother hundred tapes, after that, I'll be done
You be in the club throwing up a lot of ones
I be in the mausoleum chillin', body numb
Skeletons in the backseat, weapons out the sunroof
Bitch, I go retarded, squeeze the trigger like, "What this gun do?"
You tell her to come through, I tell her to bounce out
I'm just tryna smoke and jump in the tub like it's Run's House
[Outro]
What?
SESH