Blood On My Blunt

All people possess mental powers which pass the boundaries of the natural

This is the story of a man confronted by such strange forces within himself

At this moment he is looking at a thing of evil, a thing that takes possession of the mind and compels it to kill

Ridin' all black, smoked out from the pack

What a rap, put that .45 on his head, tell that fuckboy it's a wrap, we don't cap

And it back up and it claps in that whore, and their face when 'em bullets 'bouta smack

Leave his body leakin' like the water on the tap

Put a beam up on the strap, see them bullets in your trap

Hunnid round drum got them pussies runnin' laps

Better tell 'em I'm a demon in a mask in the dark, wit' a gat finna' snap on 'em, blast on 'em

Pussy, if I pull up I ain't gotta spin back on 'em

Dancin' with the devil got a hex on 'em

Stepped on the blood on my blunt

Better tell 'em I ain't never gave a fuck what they say

Fuck it up in this way, put 'em up in the grave

Now my soul you can't save, let it burn in the flame

I'm the one they didn't play

Now my soul you can't save, let it burn in the flame

I'm the one they didn't play