*RØxxy*

Black bags covering the corpses

Satan Yeah he's running all the courses

Tryna see it through that I don't forfeit

Told my mama I'ma be ginormous

I guess life's lovin' with its coarseness, Mm

Never been in church fuck the chorus

Hit a high note, I'll leave you pourin'

Feelin' on her body where the fruit?

She don' ate the apple god will now leave you porous

Mm, yuh, aye

Smokin' on that 'bubble' like detergent

Waiting for the end of conversation

I am way beyond the salvation

Please address your vet with salutations

Murder and splert 'em then I vacation, Mm

With the Pitter and Patter got me lookin' out the window

Black bags rollin' for my Valentine

And A Blackheart hold it for my corpses bride

Wouldn't be surprised if you watched me die

Wouldn't be surprised

Sip the blood of' my tears and it's with vigor

Pressure and pestle a dying figure

"Why can't you just sit down for a minute?"

" 'Cause if I am alone, my mind's going back to getting vengeance