Unknown The Plague, R.E.D. - Sept. 13, 2017 Lyrics

Long hair
Hangin in my face
Devil snakes
I disassociate from life
Because I didn’t like the taste
Other ways
That I want to live but really fucking can’t
Cuz now a days
People push away
I Weaponized the plague
I’ll be the next warlord
Hear the tank treads roar
Yung Enoch reborn
Bearing devil horns
Made of thorns
Lost my pack had to relapse
Still smoking till my lungs sore
Half a blunt to restore
Patchin the holes in my lungs
With the resin then swallowing halfa the tuss
Learn my lesson
Never do drugs not for fun
Ain’t no question
Been Talking to long pass the blunt
Cuz I’m itching
I’m finding demons to confront
It’s depressing
At least I’m not dying alone
Got the feeling
From knowledge I wasn’t
Suppose to be seeing
That I’ll still end up in the hole
Not the ceiling
Lights out
Now we all go south
Regretting everyday
For a little more clout
Bass boosted in the back
Blowin off your snout
Once I got the nine then
Im coming for your health
Lights out
Now we all go south
regretting everyday
For a little more clout
Bass boosted in the back
Blowin off your snout
Once I cock the nine then
Im coming for your health
Pluckin out the buck shot
Feelin like noose knot
On this wave of pain
Now im going for the drop top
Giggle in my seat cause this Ritalin
Does not stop
Chatterin my teeth
Need a cigarette to breathe
Too much Liquor in my stomach
Now im dizzy from the dry heave
Puking in the kitchen
Im still chuggin on a sleeve
Yall know me
I go balls deep
Sleeping with your sister and
Ya motha just called me
Ringing like my nose
I be so cold that im icey
You’ll never see nice “E”
Cause all he sees is red
In black beam

Long hair
Hangin in my face
Devil snakes
I disassociate from life
Because I didn’t like the taste
Other ways
That I want to live but really fucking can’t
Cuz now a days
People push away
I Weaponized the plague
I’ll be the next warlord
Hear the tank treads roar
Yung Enoch reborn
Bearing devil horns
Made of thorns
Lost my pack had to relapse
Still smoking till my lungs sore
Half a blunt to restore
Patchin the holes in my lungs
With the resin then swallowing halfa the tuss
Learn my lesson
Never do drugs not for fun
Ain’t no question
Been Talking to long pass the blunt
Cuz I’m itching
I’m finding demons to confront
It’s depressing
At least I’m not dying alone
Got the feeling
From knowledge I wasn’t
Suppose to be seeing
That I’ll still end up in the hole
Not the ceiling
Lights out
Now we all go south
Regretting everyday
For a little more clout
Bass boosted in the back
Blowin off your snout
Once I got the nine then
Im coming for your health
Lights out
Now we all go south
regretting everyday
For a little more clout
Bass boosted in the back
Blowin off your snout
Once I cock the nine then
Im coming for your health
Pluckin out the buck shot
Feelin like noose knot
On this wave of pain
Now im going for the drop top
Giggle in my seat cause this Ritalin
Does not stop
Chatterin my teeth
Need a cigarette to breathe
Too much Liquor in my stomach
Now im dizzy from the dry heave
Puking in the kitchen
Im still chuggin on a sleeve
Yall know me
I go balls deep
Sleeping with your sister and
Ya motha just called me
Ringing like my nose
I be so cold that im icey
You’ll never see nice “E”
Cause all he sees is red
In black beam