[Intro]

I will make your corpse dance

[Verse 1: CXRPSE]

You want war or want smoke?

Pussy nigga, he gon' fold under pressure

Watch his brain collapse and you don't even know

Told her, she the one I want

My blood is cold, my heart is froze

Keep it on the down low

Isolate, don't let me go

I'm feeling down, so I'ma sleep

Not gon' eat and I'll repeat

I hate you niggas so much like, why the fuck you even breathe?

The fuck you even breathe?

[Verse 2: CXRPSE]

Empty the clip until you bleed

I got ashes on my jeans

Smoke a cigarette and leave

The empathy inside of me

Leave that shit inside a box

And disappear with fucking ease

Girl, I hate this fucking scene

You know that you the one I need

They gon' listen when I'm gone

But for now, I'll write this song

Found my partner like a swan

I shoot a nigga like I'm Spawn

Now his body on the floor

Told him, he ain't want that war

Don't call my phone, I’m gon' ignore

I'm not the nigga you adore, uh

[Verse 3: 8corpses]

If we die, there ain't no rain check

We ain't coming back

You know you're fucked when the drugs stop being fun

I'm a woebegone

Seeing red like Obi-Wan

Just like with everything else, I'ma die out

Only thing left will be the lyrics from my mouth

Don't wait for the hearse to take you away from the church

Bound for the dirt

I'm a pending corpse

Paul Revere with this hip-hop

These raps are a cake walk

'Cause everything I say is real-talk

Two steps ahead, never acting primitive

The walking skeleton

Putting out more than arbitrary expletives

I get sensitive because my life is often negative

Between my psychosis and dead relatives

Vicious cycle gets repetitive

Depressions my impediment

My life is tentative, but I love my medicine

Getting lit like Edison

High off these sedatives

Got a limp like Bonnie

But Corpses' needa shawty

Like Bonnie to Clyde

A real ride or die, but I still covet suicide

I'm in the process of doing that dying shit or whatever

Love the people you love before they're gone forever

Morte be the forte

Morte be the forte

[Outro: Tommy Wright III]

Hollow points spray every day, all day, 'til the day that I fuckin'—

Street sweep through the hood with my nigga Kiki in the wood

With the ooze, hangin' out the sunroof doin' drive-by