Skull Moon Åzzie Døth (Ft. Faidev)

[Åzzie Døth]
Please don't talk to me
My soul's incomplete
It seems obsolete
Everday feels like
I'm stuck in a dream
Hold my hands till they bleed (i scream)
Lets go out into the street
Skull moon looks at me (i'm alone again)
Eyes wide and a scream

Aye in a grave all alone you'll decay bitch
Yo imma end all my opps w an awp or pump
Yea, we let god be the judge of the game bitch
I'm pullin up w my drums n go radada
Relax on em dawg, i ain't only tryna get rich
My money's high, i ain ever fuck the same bih
Racks stackin up, watch em fill up the wholе city block
Yea 100 rounds, n i watch bodybags drop

Yea i am manic, feelin semi-auto-fuckin-matic
Bitchеs think they sumn when they're just one more bar to my song
Carryin bodybags, like some bitch who stole designer bags
Take another shot, lookin thru the glass

Yea, takin aim, watch em bleed it’s entertainin
Blood on the walls, ya head splatta like a paintin
Brain on my jeans, snortin up the bits remainin
Throat full of lead, make that fucka quit complainin