Baker Ya Maker
B.O.T.M
[Into]
Trick of death
It's a trick of death
It’s a trick of death
It's a trick of death
Trick (x2) of the death
Versey Jones
[?]
Trick of death
It's a trick of death
It’s a trick of death
It's a trick of death
Trick (x2) of the death
[?]
[Verse]
Yes, it's me
So viciously coming in here with the floatus
Dominating both my south are wicked out to reap your soul
No love from the very start
In my eyes will see no part get the fuck away from me
Hope obsessed I sit in the dark
On the creek night free in the crypt is where I sleep
Never leave the graveyard underground is sweat our face
Bust up pick we got to be and I'll keep it fuck your [?]
All we want is violence start rides in the streets
Body numb, mind blown just another unknown
Don't need no friends by myself I smoke alone
Eyes low paralyzed
In the trace I go insane, crazy off the bud sack
Add a buffalo through my veins
Say fuck a hoe, hit it once
And then I go feeling this something
I don't know, compassion for another soul
I'm just in there to go up around the trash
Labeled as a piece of shit like he's nothing let it pass
The dock I call my home I only come underneath my thoughts
Spark the light I take a drag then I float on off
Into my dream so right through the thick clouds of smoke
Awaken for the sad as take my double
Tell them, bro