The Serpent and the Rainbow

(Yeah, fuck)

(Should a **** plan a hit)

(Or grab my pistol grip)

(And take care my business)

('Cause they don't know who they fuckin' with)

(Should a **** plan a hit)

(Or grab my pistol grip)

(And take care my business)

('Cause they don't know who they fuckin' with)

(Yeah, fuck)

I think tonight is a good night to die

Spent most of my life tryna hide

I've tried to see the whole world through a crack in the blinds

Lose track of time

Pull back the tide (tide)

Isolating inside of the hive (hive)

Ready to die (die)

In hell, I arrive (-rive)

Leave nothing behind

But empty Backwoods packs (yeah, fuck)

Raised by the last wolfpack

Yung Mutt in attack mode

Taking off the sheep head mask

Everything I touch turn ash and my whole soul burnt 'til it's black

Now I got horns on my head

Ain't made out of brass

I got horns on my head

Like a certain zodiac (yeah)

(Should a **** plan a hit)

(Or grab my pistol grip) ($ui, $ui, $ui)

(And take care my business) ($ui, $ui, $ui)

('Cause they don't know who they fuckin' with) (yeah yeah, yeah)

AK toting

Codeine toasting

Hoodlum from that Northside

Frequent overdoser

I'm tiptoeing right through Hell's fire

Break the law or break your jaw

Don't any motherfucker come close to me!

Fuck your course and fuck your boys

If you really wanna die, then come try thee (yeah, fuck)

(Hoof!)

Yung Christ, Yung Christ

Demons all around

You don't wanna go outside

(Knock, knock)

Knock, knock at the door

Hey honey, are you home?

You can hide, but you gon' die

(Yeah)

Ride for the Five and I die for the Nine

For my sin can't atone

(For my sin can't atone)

Mom raised a killer, Dad turned me gorilla

I'm a psycho to the bone (yeah)

(Should a **** plan a hit)

(Or grab my pistol grip)

(And take care my business)

('Cause they don't know who they fuckin' with)

(Yeah, fuck)

I don't wanna be that **** livin' no lie

I don't wanna be on bad sides of .45's

Keep it on me, no lie

Keep it boppin', hold fire

Mama told me keep it solid

Boy these **** fried

Bitch on my dick, lemme beat them insides

I been that ****, can't see my demise

Ride with the fire, been the motto for some time

I def seen that text, I'm just not gon' reply (yeah, fuck)

GREY59 army, right foot left

Peanut butter seats, I keep my lil' bitch fed

I only see the money, I must confess

I can't rock with these ****, bitch, I'm pressed

Bitch, lemme flex, bitch, I need checks

Bitch, I need neck, die for the set

Pulled off in a jet, got a dub on my neck

**** down-bad, I might buy the whole set

Yeah, fuck

Should a **** plan a hit or grab my pistol grip

And take care my business 'cause they don't know who they fuckin' with