Champion of Death

Chump change boy, now you gotta hate, boy

Pull up with the motherfucking AK, boy

Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy

Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank boy

Chump change boy, now you gotta hate, boy

Pull up with the motherfucking AK, boy

Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy

Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank, boy

Chump change boy, now you gotta hate, boy

Pull up with the motherfucking AK, boy

Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy

Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank, boy

Product of the poison

You can bet your life on it

Teeth got the ice on it

Wrist still got the slice on it

That walking stigmata and Poltergeist

Still feeling stuck every single night

Don't give a fuck if I live or die

Surprised at this point that I have survived

Pull up with a motherfucking AK, tucked bitch boy, good luck

Yung Plague, got the blade, hit the slay, then we spray

With the .44 5 bitch, it's Grey*59, let the devil gon' ride

Ain't nothing but a pussy if you gon' throw shade

Fuckboy, I'm hungry and you looking like steak

Trigger finger itching and you looking like fake

Trash done passed and you looking like waste

Chump change boy, now you gotta hate, boy

Pull up with the motherfucking AK, boy

Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy

Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank, boy

Chump change boy, now you gotta hate, boy

Pull up with the motherfucking AK, boy

Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy

Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank, boy

Tonight, we guaranteeing graves

Tonight's the night we ride

Tomorrow will never come here

Tonight's the night we die

Yesterday, I met my death, I think it's been a long time

Stuck in limbo with my kin folk, give my life to suicide

Yung Plague with the masked face

Bones will never break because I rape the souls of those who chose the wicked road

I'm haunting the afraid

No name on the grave, just gray stains

Spray-painted, "slave to the great gray grave"

And lend me the help or send me to hell, either way I know I'll die

The G, the 5, the 9, it's $UICIDE

Chump change boy, now you gotta hate, boy

Pull up with the motherfucking AK, boy

Pull up like it's motherfucking game day, boy

Shoot 'em with the pistol, shoot 'em point-blank, boy