All that noise you hear at night when you're home alone.
All this * in my head, yeah,
you don't wanna know.
On your knees, begging for your life.
Ain't my 44,
till you don't, now you're gone.
Knife cutting straight to the * bone.
Head full of pills,
don't know what the * they for.
Tell them bitches but you know the devil can't * overdose.
Darkness taking over all their souls
The look of terror on their faces
Are the baddest points that is the form of being
Stuck by the burden of the fact that this is the question
You've been searching the depths of hell
And with no hope of anything else
I'm filled with no * else
Bodies encased in the mental cells
Looking through my * eyes
Come face to face with the devil itself
My thoughts are giving out no air for me to breathe
No life in front of me in the darkness
This all I * see
* your god
Hang your mother up on the * cross
Execute this * life into dust
Nothing left of him, he * gone
The rise and from the tomb in this
I do live so I don't die
Nothing is ever last
And y'all just keep thinking you walkin' a passage
Every second person to your final message
I'm just here to say that
To all the motherfucking masses, bitch
On that Thursdays at midnight,
bring yo home, alone,
all this * in my head yeh..
You don't wanna know.
On yo kness that give yo life ain't muff pony like
The you don't, the you don knife.
front yo streets put up of yo phone,
Handle them heels,
don't know what the * they for
Tell them bitches that you know the devil can't be caught
You know the ghost darkness,
you know the haunt
The sons of the ghost are all the faces of the baddest ones
And the former deadly guests