Aye it's me
The shinigami king
I be creeping where your eyes could never see
You wanna be cool you wanna be bad you wanna be me
You wanna talk shit till you get strangled up in your sleep
You have forgotten
This world is rotten
I Slave my ass off like a nigga picking cotton
I dont care who you are or what the fuck you bout man
Everybody feels the same when they be catching back hands
I feel insane
I feel the same
I see you work at Cinnabon
I might have to hit you with a little bit of venom um
When I beat his ass I keep on hittin him
Dead body up in the back of a pick up truck, Yup
That's how it goes
I seen your face I know your name let me put it in my notes.
