Demonic Possesion Lyrics

Back from the dead

Put the gun to ya head hoe

Gotta couple niggas that'll do you for some bread so

Better lay low and my guns come with hollows

Rollin' the blunt

When I'm up in the cut

Keep the pole on me tucked

Aiming straight for ya mug

Yung Tony Prince keep about a hunnid spliffs

Yung Hustle Boys and you know that we fuckin yo bitch

Fuck kanine!

Know we smoke his ashes all the time

Fuck Kanine!

Caught the pussy at the red light

I know a yung dame that'll kill for fame

Don't feel no way when she peeling her face

Hearing her name when I'm tying the noose or the chain

I'm blaming the way i'm abused

She buckled the belt now her neck start to struggle

Her knuckles gon swell and then send her to hell

I chuckle so subtle I don't see the puddle of the blood from her wrist

Got a grin from the bliss

Now i drift in the mist

And the myth of the tunnel I wander the puzzle so subtle

But shattered my matter so I'm wearing a muzzle

It covers the scars and the muscles

No shame in pain

I'm hatin' this place and I'm cutting my veins

Till I'm dying in vain dug a grave in a lake to decay in my grace

No more faith

For death I won't not delay

(Santana)

Yung reaper lurking, murkin every hoe observing

Fuck Kanine!

Can't wait ill i catch his person

Imma pull up and dump shells with the pump

Double cups and a blunt when i fuck ya bitch up in the cut

Cuts on her palm cus she my love suicidal songs

I ain't no idol fuck a bible just pass me the bong

Yung rambo cuttin throats off the lambo

Smoking the indo my window stay tinted

My wrist is a blizzard from all of the slitting

Santana stay froze slit my wrist to the bone

I smoke grabba no more cus its roasting my throat

Stuck in a hole of my own and my cope is my ropes that I choke

And i know that you know

SO COLD

BITCH I FEEL IT IN MY BONES

NO HOPE FOR THIS YUNG TRAGIC BASTARD STUCK IN SNOW

SANTANA GOT NO MANNERS MAN I FUCK HER THEN I GO

WRAP HER LIKE A BANNER YOU CAN'T HAVE HER SHE A GHOST