I Stared into the Eyes of God, And Still Couldn't Find My Purpose Lyrics

Children crying

Setting fire to the ocean

The whole majority of puny people wanna see my fucking body cut open

Tell a bitch to pick an affirmation

Pills for the moping

This brain it likes new addiction

Like whats it now that he smoking

Bartender pass me another round

I wanna get so faded that I get her out my mind and settle down

Fuck it whole bottle on the house

I wanna get so faded that I can not feel my face and black out

She walks around your house in my t-shirt

When she sneaks off to the Rippa

She in Lingerie and a mini skirt

Dont stay if you don't wanna feel the hurt

One pump and I'll make your bitch squirt

You either love or hate me

We can not meet in the middle

Call me the serial killer

Machete whip with no pistol

I'm sick of thinking bout a bitch who do not give a single fuck about me

Lucid dreams

Yeah I'll show you how to bleed

Get that needle out my face this ain't no Junkie Junction

Pouring whiskey in my liver

Keep drinking till I can't function

She got me thinking I got brain damage or something

Break your face with my hammer until I hear your bones crunching

Theres only purple on my muzza

Bout to hit the buzzer

Crazy in my mind I'll hunt ya down and kill ya brother

Teeth up on the gutter

Spread her like some butter

Get ya fucking mrs mane

She acting like a sluta

Children crying

Setting fire to the ocean

The whole majority of puny people wanna see my fucking body cut open

Tell a bitch to pick an affirmation

Pills for the moping

This brain it likes new addiction

Like whats it now that he smoking

Children crying

Setting fire to the ocean

The whole majority of puny people wanna see my fucking body cut open

Tell a bitch to pick an affirmation

Pills for the moping

This brain it likes new addiction

Like whats it now that he smoking

Bartender pass me another round

I wanna get so faded that I get her out my mind and settle down

Fuck it whole bottle on the house

I wanna get so faded that I can not feel my face and black out

Imma Ghost bitch

So tell me are you ready to ride

The Reaper planning out my burial

We bleeding inside

Oh I can tell that your an angel

Can you tell I'm not alive

You know they cant kill me because I have already died

This man a fool

Quit acting like you hard cause I'm the bull

I be sicking to my talk I'll bust your face up with my tool

My crew don't bark we only bite

Come watch the devil take my life

I flip the cross it comes alight

We face the Rippa every night

They done me dirty

Nine thirty just to sit and watch the birdies

Quit telling me to sober up I'm learning

Come put this fucking pistol to my head

I cock it back and now I'm dead

I cannot wait to see my eyes roll back and turning

Wrapped around my neck is a roper

Silent as a king cobra

Got the alligator boots

Whiskey with the cola

Never sober

Tell me when my life will be over

Always stick to addiction all cause a message I wrote her

Children crying

Setting fire to the ocean

The whole majority of puny people wanna see my fucking body cut open

Tell a bitch to pick an affirmation

Pills for the moping

This brain it likes new addiction

Like whats it now that he smoking

Children crying

Setting fire to the ocean

The whole majority of puny people wanna see my fucking body cut open

Tell a bitch to pick an affirmation

Pills for the moping

This brain it likes new addiction

Like whats it now that he smoking

Bartender pass me another round

I wanna get so faded that I get her out my mind and settle down

Fuck it whole bottle on the house

I wanna get so faded that I can not feel my face and black out

Bartender pass me another round

I wanna get so faded that I get her out my mind and settle down

Fuck it whole bottle on the house

I wanna get so faded that I can not feel my face and black out