My Scars Are Like Evidence Being Mailed to the Judge $uicideboy$
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[Chorus: Koopsta Knicca]
Dead, a nigga dead, I'm scared, a nigga dead, a nigga dead
It's in my fuckin' head
Dead, a nigga dead, I'm scared, a nigga dead, a nigga dead
It's in my fuckin' head
Dead, a nigga dead, I'm scared, a nigga dead, a nigga dead
It's in my fuckin' head
Dead, a nigga dead, I'm scared, a nigga dead, a nigga dead
It's in my fuckin' head
Dead, a nigga dead, I'm scared, a nigga dead, a nigga dead
It's in my fuckin' head
[Verse 1: $WITCHBLADE $CRIM]
Eternal rest, the bloody mess
Keepin' the motherfuckin' devil hot, satanic mentality, happily makin' the bodies drop
I'm on the block, circlin' cops, ready for their demise
Screams resonate through the night, so I can't close my eyes
Hard to swallow when the hollows enter through your throat
Lately, I wallow in my sorrow 'cause I cannot cope
The dope, the coke, the drank, the lean
The pills, the X, the smoke
The rope to choke the pain away
I'm broken 'til I croak, ho
[Chorus: Koopsta Knicca]
Dead, a nigga dead, I'm scared, a nigga dead, a nigga dead
It's in my fuckin' head
Dead, a nigga dead, I'm scared, a nigga dead
Dead, a nigga dead, I'm scared, a nigga dead, a nigga dead
It's in my fuckin' head
Dead, a nigga dead, I'm scared, a nigga dead, a nigga dead
It's in my fuckin' head
Dead, a nigga dead, I'm scared, a nigga dead, a nigga dead
It's in my fuckin' head
Dead, a nigga dead, I'm scared, a nigga dead, a nigga dead
It's in my fuckin' head
Dead, a nigga dead, I'm scared, a nigga dead, a nigga dead
It's in my fuckin' head
[Verse 1: $WITCHBLADE $CRIM]
Eternal rest, the bloody mess
Keepin' the motherfuckin' devil hot, satanic mentality, happily makin' the bodies drop
I'm on the block, circlin' cops, ready for their demise
Screams resonate through the night, so I can't close my eyes
Hard to swallow when the hollows enter through your throat
Lately, I wallow in my sorrow 'cause I cannot cope
The dope, the coke, the drank, the lean
The pills, the X, the smoke
The rope to choke the pain away
I'm broken 'til I croak, ho
[Chorus: Koopsta Knicca]
Dead, a nigga dead, I'm scared, a nigga dead, a nigga dead
It's in my fuckin' head
Dead, a nigga dead, I'm scared, a nigga dead
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