[Chorus]
I see you surrounded by fire baby
Flesh burning the pain is going crazy
I'm tryna write words that amaze me
With a rope around my neck while I stand on a glacier
Um, please don't melt
Um, looking like I'll off myself
Self, words in the color of death
Words in the color of death
Death
[Verse]
Dear Derek's corpse, I resemble you
So many people in my past told me that I would never forget them, I just don't remember who
Straight out of the human zoo
No woman, except my daughters ever truly loved me, that goes for all of my love interests and my mama too
Isn't it evident that Chino was been sent by the gods
And manufactured more ink than a distinct transparency full of encephalopods
I've been over the webinars, full blown homage of work that's been plagiarized
Bring back Basquiat in a seance collage and watch the mahogany table rise
Cars, catalytic converter connected to a gas mask on my tandem garage
Inhaling the carbon monoxide then write death cutter words of the cadence, horror, pirage
It's sad in addition when you got material that'll hardly move me
I write calmly with a gritty shotty ultra violent styling of a Rob Zombie movie
I'm fucking your bitch while you play Call of Duty
Name the greatest lyricist of all time, nigga, they all approve me
Words painted in the color of a death quails, I am harder than coffin nails
Main line and methamphetamine in my veins when my one endorphin fails
They say, when there's a will, there's a way now where there's a way there's a will
So you better start filling out your insignificant little will before this blood spill
You must kneel when I thrust steel. lust for the kill, flush your scales
Shatter your face into little miniature puss jails, push your shark into gills
Searching the carpet for pails, my garment reveals, I ain't starving for meals
Kidnapping only enemy males, pay the ransom bails
All relatives receive blood, gelatin, smeared skull pieces inside of their physical mails
Warrior scales, only when I left my entrails on my end trails
Your spit don't contain flames, nigga, you ain't even fire drills
When I collaboration you were outshined
But don't worry, it ain't an isolated incident, it's basically a precedent that's happened over 10,000 times
Chino the problem child, shoot myself with a puppet on my hand tied
So when the police come they don't know whether to rule it a homicide or a suicide
It's like I can't do anything right and the vibe to try to change the tide
Sitting by the ocean side watching video files, all blind on the night that I died
I'm passionate, without nearly knowing Baphomet
I realised my craft spit acid, I'd like to thank Jesus of Nazareth for the past assist
Never a pacifist, I'm the illest living, so I'm living without a care giving
It's a weird feeling, he owe me bread, he asked me to bear with him, he better have a bear with him
Dumb bastard, I'm feeling lower than my ejection fraction
But it's hard to heal a broken heart with a broken heart, literally every ventricle of mine is fractured
These are words scratched and etched inside of my ivory casket
They want me banned yo like the instrument Hillbillies have mastered
Chino spit historical
I'm a pioneer like I push desert inside of your audio nigga
(The fuck outta here!)
I see you surrounded by fire baby
Flesh burning the pain is going crazy
I'm tryna write words that amaze me
With a rope around my neck while I stand on a glacier
Um, please don't melt
Um, looking like I'll off myself
Self, words in the color of death
Words in the color of death
Death
[Verse]
Dear Derek's corpse, I resemble you
So many people in my past told me that I would never forget them, I just don't remember who
Straight out of the human zoo
No woman, except my daughters ever truly loved me, that goes for all of my love interests and my mama too
Isn't it evident that Chino was been sent by the gods
And manufactured more ink than a distinct transparency full of encephalopods
I've been over the webinars, full blown homage of work that's been plagiarized
Bring back Basquiat in a seance collage and watch the mahogany table rise
Cars, catalytic converter connected to a gas mask on my tandem garage
Inhaling the carbon monoxide then write death cutter words of the cadence, horror, pirage
It's sad in addition when you got material that'll hardly move me
I write calmly with a gritty shotty ultra violent styling of a Rob Zombie movie
I'm fucking your bitch while you play Call of Duty
Name the greatest lyricist of all time, nigga, they all approve me
Words painted in the color of a death quails, I am harder than coffin nails
Main line and methamphetamine in my veins when my one endorphin fails
They say, when there's a will, there's a way now where there's a way there's a will
So you better start filling out your insignificant little will before this blood spill
You must kneel when I thrust steel. lust for the kill, flush your scales
Shatter your face into little miniature puss jails, push your shark into gills
Searching the carpet for pails, my garment reveals, I ain't starving for meals
Kidnapping only enemy males, pay the ransom bails
All relatives receive blood, gelatin, smeared skull pieces inside of their physical mails
Warrior scales, only when I left my entrails on my end trails
Your spit don't contain flames, nigga, you ain't even fire drills
When I collaboration you were outshined
But don't worry, it ain't an isolated incident, it's basically a precedent that's happened over 10,000 times
Chino the problem child, shoot myself with a puppet on my hand tied
So when the police come they don't know whether to rule it a homicide or a suicide
It's like I can't do anything right and the vibe to try to change the tide
Sitting by the ocean side watching video files, all blind on the night that I died
I'm passionate, without nearly knowing Baphomet
I realised my craft spit acid, I'd like to thank Jesus of Nazareth for the past assist
Never a pacifist, I'm the illest living, so I'm living without a care giving
It's a weird feeling, he owe me bread, he asked me to bear with him, he better have a bear with him
Dumb bastard, I'm feeling lower than my ejection fraction
But it's hard to heal a broken heart with a broken heart, literally every ventricle of mine is fractured
These are words scratched and etched inside of my ivory casket
They want me banned yo like the instrument Hillbillies have mastered
Chino spit historical
I'm a pioneer like I push desert inside of your audio nigga
(The fuck outta here!)
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