Ghoul

Isnt it ironic

That the last 10 years or so-

I've been so heavily on it

I no longer let my innards show

I project my inner self

Through bout of angst

For all to know

But alcohol is my cure all

So when I fall

Burnt in my flow-

Kill me

That's the big mood-

The never fucks with this dude

The cut em down

With heavy rounds

The clique be hundred clip proof

Ghoulie back for cash grab

With a mac and a gas mask

In the back pack

Come and match that

Ghoulie back for fat sack

Of the gas and the mad hash

Finna bite on Mucky

With the haberdash

Back on my bullshit again

Back with the rugas

That shoot at the fools

Who pretend

Rags out the back end

The sag

And they maccing the hoes

That'll roll through the homes

And then dip

Sess will be the death of me

Choppin' it effin' effortless-

Unless I chalk it up

To off the wall

And droppin' ecstasy

Burnin it like an effigy

Benzos cleaning the mess in me

I fucked around with killas

Same killas tryin, beheading me

Murda mo murder

This bitch ain't first

I'll catch her in the neck

With a knife

Make her a squirter

Jeeper fuckin creeper-

I been peekin up out the speaker now

Leanin up out the window

With a nina tryna weed em out

This the type of shit to start a riot

Fittin to burn it down

When yall say fuck the world

But Ive been eager just to eat her out