[Verse 1: Woods, The Mighty]
Pushing these demons to the wind
I'm telling them to get off me
Everyday that I wake I wanna go right back to my coffin
I'm ride or die with this rap shit
Lock myself in this lab bitch
Everyday
That's all I do
I think I need rehab quick
Ooh goddamn I'm an addict
With passion that's savage
Not gonna stop
Till I'm at the top
Doing shows in the Playboy mansion
This paradise in the land of night
Write these poems by the candle light
Its like like I'm a god
Spit ambiance
To these kids for a little bit of confidence
This grave yard shift is never stopping
Take these med's
Fuck Mary Popping's
Fuck the world
Fuck everybody
Light the match
Then let it burn
Then bump
Everybody go bump
Time to turn that bass high
Then everybody say bump
These horns on my head they creeping out
Got names in your mouth just keep me out
I'm spitting this image
Euphoric admissions
Admit it this kid is sick with it
Ambitious
He kill it with every verse that is written
They sending him bet he is winning
With every second hes been going in
He did it no limits
I'm finished with this
Damn
[Verse 2: Bunten]
Back from the crypt with a bitch
Everybody wanna talk shit
But they never really talk shit
When you walk in
Walk up to a sucker
And he's bout to get hit
This shit it hits
The shit it kicks
In the back of your chest till a mother fucker sick
I don't really wanna do this anymore
B-B-B-Bunten
Watchu leaving for?
I'm not
Get off my cock
So you better back up
Cause you bout to get rocked
Socked
Knocked right on your ass
I'm coming for the game
So you better run fast
I got my nike's on with that breeze
Pulling in on some G's
You fucking with my team
You better think twice about that dream
Hey Bunten
Can i tell you something
Something that you never wanted anyone to know
Remember when you talked to that one chick
Then you found out that she was a hoe
Damn boy that's like everyday
You tryna play me but you just got played
Cause I know your game's
And I know your way's
Your a dumb motherfucker with nothing to say
Now I got you by your tounge
Your looking real stupid and your slurring like (uhh..)
Do you really wanna know how I spit fast
It's the cash
It's the mass
It's the time
Will it last
It's the rise
It's the fall
It's the lift
It's the crash
It's the drive
It ride
It's the rhyme in the vibe
It's the way that I'm coming out your speakers
That shit
Is the shit
That helps
Get me by
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