CP97, GHOSTEMANE - Deceased lyrics
[CP97, GHOSTEMANE - Deceased lyrics]
These hit's of cannabis filling my system
Saying: "Don't do drugs" but do I
Never listen? The bitching is pointless
Mug on, I'm taking your soul
Swallow it whole, don't need a bow
Fuck you been told, still on my feet
Even if mentally I am deceased
Pain, I unleash while the demons, they creep
You cannot see them but I grit my teeth
'cause I know that they're out there
Smoking without care
Do to me wrong, won't be round for long
Got to stay strong
Release my emotion when I hit the bong
Shit, I'm drifting, my mind is shifting
I'm losing my grip
I'm choosing to swish, blood on your lip
Finish the moat and I'm
Still equipped with the
Schizo at first cause about the material
Red eyes and dreaded, I look like I'm serial
Look through the burial
Bust out my twelfth and hash for the
Talk that bitches stopped blocking on purpose
Don't need a gun 'cause I kill with my verses
Trying the curses and house boy
You're worthless
Uzi, I purchased to make a lil' extra
Need a few more so it takes to
Talking 'bout grace broke through her place
Chick in a serious, bitch got the trace
Bit her leg off just in case I'm unlucky
I'm the OG, don't fuck with the buckies
Guns in, roll out the duckies
Glock straight in a hurry 'cause I go to go
Meet her 'cause I send him the wrong, buzzy
Bring round the hatred, my
Own boys be sacred
Ain't about the fake shit
Bring round the hatred, my
Own boys be sacred
Ain't about the fake shit
Pussy ass bitch
Don't take no shit from a fake motherfucker
No cash, no clips bust 'em in the face one
Time with the Oakwood bat
Bitch ain't coming back from this
Hide a body in the bottom of the canal
Just can't keep on looking
Nowhere to be found
Making it look like a suicide
Believe me, I rehearsed it a thousand times
Sitting at the foot of my bed
I'm wondering why the fuck God
Never listened to me
I cranked the shit that I've gotten in that
Dig undercovers to me and me only
Still I never crack no grin
I'm never gonna be your friend till
I'm up in the sky
High and I'm rotting and far from a
Civilization until the day I die
Bitch, you got no shit to sit and bitch about
Fake motherfucker take your handouts
Don't got no shit to say? You
See me face to face
The devil laughing at you as you say: "Grace"
Bitch, you got no shit to sit and bitch about
Fake motherfucker take your handouts
Don't got no shit to say? You
See me face to face
The devil laughing at you as you say: "Grace"
Saying: "Don't do drugs" but do I
Never listen? The bitching is pointless
Mug on, I'm taking your soul
Swallow it whole, don't need a bow
Fuck you been told, still on my feet
Even if mentally I am deceased
Pain, I unleash while the demons, they creep
You cannot see them but I grit my teeth
'cause I know that they're out there
Smoking without care
Do to me wrong, won't be round for long
Got to stay strong
Release my emotion when I hit the bong
Shit, I'm drifting, my mind is shifting
I'm losing my grip
I'm choosing to swish, blood on your lip
Finish the moat and I'm
Still equipped with the
Schizo at first cause about the material
Red eyes and dreaded, I look like I'm serial
Look through the burial
Bust out my twelfth and hash for the
Talk that bitches stopped blocking on purpose
Don't need a gun 'cause I kill with my verses
Trying the curses and house boy
You're worthless
Uzi, I purchased to make a lil' extra
Need a few more so it takes to
Talking 'bout grace broke through her place
Chick in a serious, bitch got the trace
Bit her leg off just in case I'm unlucky
I'm the OG, don't fuck with the buckies
Guns in, roll out the duckies
Glock straight in a hurry 'cause I go to go
Meet her 'cause I send him the wrong, buzzy
Bring round the hatred, my
Own boys be sacred
Ain't about the fake shit
Bring round the hatred, my
Own boys be sacred
Ain't about the fake shit
Pussy ass bitch
Don't take no shit from a fake motherfucker
No cash, no clips bust 'em in the face one
Time with the Oakwood bat
Bitch ain't coming back from this
Hide a body in the bottom of the canal
Just can't keep on looking
Nowhere to be found
Making it look like a suicide
Believe me, I rehearsed it a thousand times
Sitting at the foot of my bed
I'm wondering why the fuck God
Never listened to me
I cranked the shit that I've gotten in that
Dig undercovers to me and me only
Still I never crack no grin
I'm never gonna be your friend till
I'm up in the sky
High and I'm rotting and far from a
Civilization until the day I die
Bitch, you got no shit to sit and bitch about
Fake motherfucker take your handouts
Don't got no shit to say? You
See me face to face
The devil laughing at you as you say: "Grace"
Bitch, you got no shit to sit and bitch about
Fake motherfucker take your handouts
Don't got no shit to say? You
See me face to face
The devil laughing at you as you say: "Grace"