The Serpent and the Rainbow (feat. Germ)

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    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 till 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)

    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 cause and fuck your boys
    If you really wanna die, then come try thee (yeah, fuck)
    (Hoof)

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    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)

    I don't wanna be that nigga 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 niggas fried
    Bitch on my dick, lemme beat them insides
    I been that nigga, 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 niggas, 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
    Niggas down bad, I might buy the whole set (yeah, fuck)

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    Composición: Scott Arceneaux Jr., Aristos Petrou y Jerry Antoine

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