Jean Pierre Polnareff
Lyrics
I am so fucked up I'm dying
Left at the front of Satan's chruch a baby crying
I am possessed not lying
Collecting all the drugs around me cause I plan on buying
I pull up and paint a block like my glock was Picasso
Nigga aint wittit he got gassed up and then he thought so
But he ran up I left his whole melon hollow
Choppa hotter than a spoon owned by Demi Lavato
Yea I saw war
My producer had a war saw
Broke jaw
Spittin' blood and losing teeth
Sally sell that PCP
Shooting shells right at the sea
It's a deadly history
And it's dark like Hennessy
Only killers stay with me
Blade to my skin to let the blood escape
Young Kapone wont hesitate
I'm tryna raise the murder rate
Send missles to heaven's gates
I use moldy hands of corpses when I go masturbate
Doing what I can to make this evil shit circulate
Corspe bride queen all we wanna do is die yea
Undead army follow me like I'm the next Messiah
Torture tools for all of you my favorite is pliers
Staple baggies for the druggies to all of our flyers
Slit my wrist and drip blood on a blunt of gelato
I live in the moment cause I'm not promised tomorrow
Niggas all cap it's all an act and some bravado
My demon leads the way to destruction I just follow
Writer(s): Lewis Davis III, Maximilian Elwood
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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