[Verse : T.R.I.P.]
Yung T.R.I.P in this bitch with my schizophrenic friends
Boutta burn this fuckin' venue down, 'cause I’m so fuckin' lit
Thought I told u pussy bitch, UAV Gang is up next
I ain’t going back to bussin' tables, I’m bustin' a bitches neck
What up bitch? What it do? You feeling my presence when I step in the room
I’m bringing the doom, hundreds of bodies, they dropping like Fortnite, bitch, gimme the loot
I don’t fuck with any bitches, I don’t fuck with any snakes
If I catch you talking shit I blow the bazooka at yo brain hoe
Woah, I think this is “THE FINAL OVERDOSE” (Oh no)
Psychotic sick fucks, mental overload (Woah)
Stuck inside my mind fuck the antidotes
I’m speak in tongues with my demons blame the fuckin' Holy Ghost
[Verse 2: VAGUE]
Semi-automatic I arrive to cause the panic
It’s the FINAL OVERDOSE with the manic me and T.R.I.P. Satanic
Chillin' deep within our fuckin' thoughts, and bitch it ain’t at will
Never conceal, gonna be the mothafucka lookin' for a way to die at will
When death occurs, the conscious blurs, you slippin' slowly
You feel dispersed, upon the earth the hands of Crowley
Life’s a curse, I got the thirst to grab the shotty
I’m searchin' for the artifacts and all that isn’t holy
Dodecahedron the footprints of my legion
Got black candles, rituals I reach out to my Heathens
Not preachin', I'm fetchin' for bloodshed for no reason
So fuck everybody that residin in the mothafucken Garden that I’m eatin' hoe
Yung T.R.I.P in this bitch with my schizophrenic friends
Boutta burn this fuckin' venue down, 'cause I’m so fuckin' lit
Thought I told u pussy bitch, UAV Gang is up next
I ain’t going back to bussin' tables, I’m bustin' a bitches neck
What up bitch? What it do? You feeling my presence when I step in the room
I’m bringing the doom, hundreds of bodies, they dropping like Fortnite, bitch, gimme the loot
I don’t fuck with any bitches, I don’t fuck with any snakes
If I catch you talking shit I blow the bazooka at yo brain hoe
Woah, I think this is “THE FINAL OVERDOSE” (Oh no)
Psychotic sick fucks, mental overload (Woah)
Stuck inside my mind fuck the antidotes
I’m speak in tongues with my demons blame the fuckin' Holy Ghost
[Verse 2: VAGUE]
Semi-automatic I arrive to cause the panic
It’s the FINAL OVERDOSE with the manic me and T.R.I.P. Satanic
Chillin' deep within our fuckin' thoughts, and bitch it ain’t at will
Never conceal, gonna be the mothafucka lookin' for a way to die at will
When death occurs, the conscious blurs, you slippin' slowly
You feel dispersed, upon the earth the hands of Crowley
Life’s a curse, I got the thirst to grab the shotty
I’m searchin' for the artifacts and all that isn’t holy
Dodecahedron the footprints of my legion
Got black candles, rituals I reach out to my Heathens
Not preachin', I'm fetchin' for bloodshed for no reason
So fuck everybody that residin in the mothafucken Garden that I’m eatin' hoe
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