[Intro]

Dark sample, doomshop-

Invest the Johnny Liquor on the beat

Damn, son, where'd you find thi-

[Verse]

It's a blood on my hand or it's just another dream?

Where i walking on some shit, some shit of a skulls and wrists

Why they always fucking lazy? This so hard just to be real?

Loosing time, where's my disks? Where's the shows like Shaun want Sheep?

Little nails in my belly make me rust like father's jeans

All my breakfast it's a coffee without motherfucking milk

I gotta tears on my heart, gotta shoots on my back

Don't like doctors, want surround me? Bitch, i'm feel like quarterback

(Back door killa, my name is-, killa, my name is-, killa)

(Players nevеr die-)

(Imma shoot you like a realla)

All my room in smokе of swear with farts and motherfucking coffee

Now i ain‘t give a fuck ‘bout pretty, i was ain’t give a fuck bout nothing-

(Back door-, back door-, back do-door-, back door)

(Back door-, back door-, back do-door-, back door)

(You are watching a master, -er, -er at work)