2 Dead Boys

[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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