$uicideBoy$ — My Flaws Burn Through My Skin Like Demonic Flames from Hell
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Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die
Gotta be equipped with a Jason mask
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die
Gotta be equipped with a Jason mask
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die
Gotta be equipped with a Jason mask
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die
Gotta be equipped with a Jason mask
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die
Gotta be equipped with a Jason mask
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die
Gotta be equipped with a Jason mask
Slumped back in the driver’s seat
Blunt between my lips
I’m riding with a bitch that’s high as me
She ducking out, she trying to sleep
I’m ducking out, I’m trying to see the road
But all I can see are four horsemen coming closer to me
I think I’m about to die, we’ll see
Swervin’ on them motherfuckers
Bitch, it ain’t my time
Let the world blow up first
Then I might just close my eyes
It’s all I really wanted my whole life
The universe won’t notice, bitch
You just another life, the sun’ll rise
The stars have already died
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die
Gotta be equipped with a Jason mask
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die
Gotta be equipped with a Jason mask
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die
Gotta be equipped with a Jason mask
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die
Gotta be equipped with a Jason mask
(I!) See the reaper creeping as my blood is seeping
Sleeping deeper through the night, so I can face my demons
(My!) Weakness seems to be that I cannot stop breathing
Death keeps cheating on my life, but on my soul it’s feeding (it goes on)
Leading to the fleeting of an endless dream (and on and on)
Screaming and needing (and on)
Yelling and pleading that things ain’t as they seem (and on)
In the cut sneaking and tweaking because I can’t stop seeking
This pain, this torture of horror that I’m always conceiving
