Zemia

Grin in the cut yeah
Grin in a rut
Got knifes for a pussy motherfucker try'na front
Sick to the bone my head coverd in blood
I don't lock eyes, walk up and make him drop
Blade flips out my brain filled with adrenalin
Heads on fire, no pain, took some amphetamin
Drugs circulate persuade my nervous system
Can't stop, never enough, I'm on a mission
To put a fuckboy right back in his place
If you don't see the mask you will never come back
Try to act hard took his soul in a bag
Cut the head clean of, while I'm working I laugh
Oh son
I don't give no fucks 'bout no one
Long gun put in your mouth
And that's the whole fun
Hold up, pussyboy
Lock down your whole town
Knock, knock bitch
It's a SWAT team with loadout
All I ever think about is pain inside my head
And I'll be glad to be the first to lay my ass inside a grave
Got no regrets
I only make amends with the cards that I've been dealt
I found my lane
Get in the way
And you will never speak again
I'm stuck in the mud
Everythings fucked
Running out of luck
Feel my conscious slipping up
Paranoia creepin'
So keep my safety tucked
At least the dope is good so
I don't give a fuck
Holy moly
When the lights go roly poly
What I see is only bodies rotting slowly
Kill 'em like a oni
Bitch you never fucking ever known me
They be sippin' on that codeine
They be trippin' on that molly
And I be ripping out that body
Come and show me
Eyes all red and smoky
We don't keep it low key
Keeping their vision foggy
To the point they no more hoping
We don't do it sloppy
Slice em down all blocky
Like I'm Ramsay's copy
Bitch you ain't my homie
Face all bloody
It's my fucking hobby
Left, right
Left, right
Always got my grip tight
Come and show me what you got
I stun 'em with an uppercut
A blood fight, all night
Got'cha in my eyesight
Never have enough
I'm dragging 'em down until their souls are shut
See us running in the distance
Infinite persistence
Making deep cuts into your existance
Feast on their fear fueling up our system
Locked on the target with the barrel
Never miss them
Swingin the blade, going insane
Smelling the fear let me come have a taste
Smokin the blunt, roll it again
Lost who I am I got mud in my veins
Hop in the whip, pushing the grit
Driving so fast I'm escaping my fate
Too many ways to end in your grave
Kados the menace right up in your face