Stop Calling Us Horrorcore

Nine, nine, on my side, every time the wheels slide

Crucified with the mind of a parking lot god

Nine, nine, on my side, every time the wheels slide

Crucified with the mind of a parking lot god

Nine, nine, on my side, every time the wheels slide

Crucified with the mind of a parking lot god

Nine, nine, on my side, every time the wheels slide

Crucified with the mind of a parking lot god, nine

Got it out the mud, lungs start to flood

Middle finger to the judge, fangs filled with suds

Cruisin' with Ruby down the block, cock that gun hammer

Young cracker, I'm a Cancer that keep gettin' badder

The god of grey, hangin' from the state, floatin' above the lake

Forbidden from heaven's gates, ain't no choice to make

Stuck with these devilish traits, bitch won't fuck, I said it today

Took her backstage, call Young Plague, told him to drag this bitch

Out my face

(Got nine on my side, every)

Bitch, I don't give a fuck, been a goat, I been a duck

Fuck a bitch 'cause sin and lust, control my brain, her lips are stuck

To the duct tape, now she don't grin as much, bitch I trim and pluck

Overly potent, the weed that Im chokin', I'm hopin' mu lungs are coated

They thin and bust

Exhale, blood spillin' on the kitchen linen, listen to the devil whisper

"Kill her and then claim she missin'"

Bitches insane, I'm chompin' on her brain, let her vein drain

Bloody double cup, I'll take another gulp

Nine on my side, every time the wheels slide

Crucified with the mind of a parking lot god

Nine, nine, on my side, every time the wheels slide

Crucified with the mind of a parking lot god

Nine, nine, on my side, every time the wheels slide

Crucified with the mind of a parking lot god

Nine, nine, on my side, every time the wheels slide

Crucified with the mind of a parking lot god