Red Coupe Lyrics

See me riding and dying in a red coupe

I'm sliding and gliding, with my bitch too

Two seater only for the few, the crew

The true, only know, what's true

In due time, we'll know who's who (Motherfucker)

See me riding and dying in a red coupe

I'm sliding and gliding, with my bitch too

Two seater only for the few, the crew

The true, only know, what's true

In due time, we'll know who's who

They miss you when you're dead, even then, they'll forget

Custom made ROV with an infrared, by my bed

Like I said before, I bled for this shit, man

Ruinous Chimes, the set, leave you wet, no threats

Just death, the every end, ascend, Pauzul Grotesque

On my feet I got a pair of Decades

Hidden in the soles got that blade

I trade my soul, with the shade

Every second of my life fucking fades

The forgotten past, the ancient way

Where I'll remain until this sun blows up

Pour me that codeine in the double cup

Pour me some flavor in when my blood erupts

That drank and bud leaves me good and slumped

Stomp on that gas pedal into a speed bump

To fly through the window of the ride

I'm trying to just fucking die

Flipping and turning over the curbside, It was a joyride

And you

See me riding and dying in a red coupe

I'm sliding and gliding, with my bitch too

Two seater only for the few, the crew

The true, only know, what's true

In due time, we'll know who's who (Motherfucker)

See me riding and dying in a red coupe

I'm sliding and gliding, with my bitch too

Two seater only for the few, the crew

The true, only know, what's true

In due time, we'll know who's who

I'm strolling through the left hand path

I have been weaving this warpath

My blood spilling along the sand

Force my way to the promised land

They're looking for me to hang

Up on their tree and then

You see me come back in a new frame

Thinking it's a game

But the outcome will be the same

I maim with dead aim and I claim

Insane, with chains, disdain

But now you live to see, hear me tell the tale of my reign

Slayed, what's there to gain?

Everything, we going up from the rock bottom

With the bottom of the bottle

While we in full throttle

Shit fuck it we just had to be plotting

Got 'em, shot 'em, goddamn it was not him

Cut the limbs and scatter them

To the beat, 100 round drums

We be such scum

Um

Excuse me while I make this bitch cum

To my music of Sodom

True extreme shit where I'm from