Stains On My Soul

"It's impossible for words To describe To those Who do not know What horror means" (Bitch I gotta) Blade on my hip Fuck with the weight I grip Flames on my wrist Burn everyday I get, bitch Stains on my soul Stuck with the pain I hold Fangs in my veins since the Day that I was born (Yuh) Black and yellow tape All around me, yuh Haven't been the same since county Looking for my fate got a bounty When I see the lights I'm outtie, yuh I can't relate with y'all Motherfuckers on the gram while they nodding off, yeah In the cage like I'm Mazvidal I get the number from your girl then she top me off I got 2 hands quicker than a twin Glock (Pew, pew) Couple little bitties tryna' lip lock (Muah, muah) Stallin' all my problems with a Ziploc (Huh) Yeah, whippin' through the block until my rims stop (Horror and moral terror are your friends If they are not, they are truly enemies) Fill me up with gasoline and Light me up so I can breathe I keep these shackles on my mind So I don't get lost in my dreams If you see me with my hand out Bitch I'm sellin' propaganda, ah Whippin' up a sample for the Kids in their pajamas, ha I don't got no manners, no I be with the scammers, ah If you wanna scandal, then I'm Posin' for the cameras, ha No stalls, no waste I drink blood with no chase I roll call your whole gang To get left on my plate (No stalls, no waste I drink blood with no chase I roll call your whole gang To get left on my plate)