[Yung $carecrow]
It's that $carecrow $hawty creeping underneath your bed
Narcotics in my body, all I see is blood red
That skitzo serial killer
That hand gun under your pillow
Miserable drug dealer
Or that Codeine laced 'rilla
Triple 6 degrees
Hangin' from a tree
Smoking gasoline
It's that $uicidal king
I done fucked that bitch you with
I done sliced both of my wrist
Emptying out the clip
[7th Ward Lord]
Riding with the crosses flipped
Demons smoke my weed and start to cough and shit
Diamonds on my claws no I ain't pausing shit
Black shade need a black flame
Back from the black plague
Ash tray made out of black suede
Get the fuck back
Back away
Slash and dash then its back to the cave
Ashin' cash then I pack up the grave
Black lipstick left a smack on the face
Rags to riches give a fuck about the fame
Black teens hit the dirt
White teens hit the grave
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