Stop Calling Us Horrorcore Testo

Stop Calling Us Horrorcore:

Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God
Crucified with the mind every time the wheels slide
Crucified with the mind of a parking lot God

Got a lot of mud
Lungs start to flood
Middle finger to the judge
Fangs filled with suds Crusing with Ruby down the block, cock that gun hammer
Young cracker, I’m a cancer, that keep getting badder
Got a grape hangin from the state floating above the lake
Forbidden from heaven’s gates ain't no choice to make
Stuck with these devilish traits bitch won't fuck I said it today
Take her back stage
Call Yung Plague
Told him to drag this bitch out of my face

Bitch I don’t give a fuck
Been a goat, I been a duck
Fuck a bitch cause sin and lust control my brain control my brain
Her lips are stuck to the duct tape now she don't grin as much
Bitch I trim and pluck
Overly potent the weed that I'm choking
I'm hoping my lungs are coated
They thin and bust
Exhale blood spilling on the kitchen linen
Listen to the devil whisper "Kill her, and then claim she missing"
Bitch is insane I'm chomping on her brain
Let her veins drain
Bloody double cup
I'll take another gulp