LYRICS
**** everybody
I'm doing my thing
Don't nobody know me
I'm a young Cobain
**** everything
I'm going John Dee
Give up my life
Everybody wanna piece of Young Crowley
But nobody really wanna work like me
Everybody gotta make it everybody's thing
Gotta be the very next big thing
I wish a mother****er would like pennies in a well
I don't need no ****ing gas 'cause I got cigarettes from hell
b***h, I worship Horis
I don't mind what anyone will say
I'm like "K-R-double E-P" and I will be till my dying day
Riding with mother****ers thats tearing ya block up
Pop pop to ya dome and it don't stop
Creeping while you all alone at ya main spot
Lucifer at my dome b***h I'm red hot
Mother****ers acting hard but we know you not
Hog tied tight knots while you fail to watch
Scream mother****ing (?)
Creep up on you with the Glock put you in a box
Ol' mark ass b***h (mark ass b***h)
Weak ass hoe (weak ass hoe)
Pull the trigger then I figured that nobody can handle screaming (?)
I'm praying to Satan waiting to end all these **** boys who hating
Slay them like pagans
Assassinate them not playing
b***h this is Suicidal Disciples treat arrivals with rifles
Taking flames to the bible I gave my soul to the mother****in' devil ah