WE ARE DEAD Lyrics

Got your taste in my mouth uh

It's so sickening

Vomit up my guts now I'm visiting

YOUR HOUSE and I'm pretending

To like you while conditioning

I'm pissed uh

And then it went south

Fist tucked

This bitch about to get her tit punched.

Or gut fucked

Got black market plug.

Got black market gun

Wish me luck

I'm so close to spilling blood.

Blood

Pussy said he want a piece of me

The he said he wanna feature me

Put his palms out for somethin free

And I don't fuck with being a leach

That's not something you can teach

You won't listen if I preach

Why cry for help if help ain't free

Diabolical screaming

OH OH

We are dead

Dead

Got your taste in my mouth

It's so sickening

Vomit up my guts now I'm visiting

YOUR HOUSE and I'm pretending

To like you while conditioning

I'm pissed

And then it went south

One two three

Get to your knees

Four five six

You Slit your wrists

Seven eight nine

Your soul is mine

Ten you won't see her again

Yes I got a tech don't think I'm Actin

Keep it tightly stuffed under My Mattress

Come knock on my door you think it's Plastic

And I will shoot your dawg up just for practice

I'm testing, I'm anxious, I'm restless for vengeance

More Diabolical screaming

OH OH

We are dead

Dead