prod. buggy

🙏:
Yeah, I pray for them. Yeah, I pray for them. Slice out your eyes, and I pray you're not blind. Shoot you in the back, I pray not break your spine. 'Cause I'll throw you in the pit, but I'ma pray for life. I will crack your skull; I pray not paralyzed. Put the pig head on a stake like I'm the Lord of Flies. Loading up my clip, and I'm gon' hold it tight. With how you going left, you ain't gon' end up right. An astronaut, I go and touch the moon, moon. Baby girl, I know you want to move. I got in her jeans from talking smooth. I just want your honey; got sweet tooth. Yeah, I got her wet; I made a pool. Violence inside me got me cruel. I got some of her Jamba Juice. She gave me her brain like she in school. I wish that they would stop it, but they gon' pop it. Fiends keep buying heron; I need some errands. I got this on clearance; RIP bruh, Tarrence. I pulled out the pistol; made 'em pee. That boy embarrassed; yo shawty choosing me. And I done, I done put a pair on the shoes is on my feet. I didn't, didn't mean to scare them; something inside of me. She on my cock, a cockatoo, and she right beside of me. I'ma do what I'ma do; I'm the king of sodomy. Ice, ice I, Ice I put up on it 'cause I broke my wrist. I spy something sly with my eye; I'm gonna shoot at it. I say, "Argh," on the boat like I'm a pirate. Shoot; it don't matter; got a gun; you gonna die with it. Oh, you like angels; gonna fly with them. Die if you 'bout it; you should die for them. My mind too sick; I'm gonna spin for them. I stomp; kill 'em all, and then I pray for them. Yeah, I pray for them. Yeah, I pray for them. Slice out your eyes, and I pray you're not blind. Shoot you in the back, I pray not break your spine. 'Cause I'll throw you in the pit, but I'ma pray for life. I will crack your skull; I pray not paralyzed. Put the pig head on a stake like I'm the Lord of Flies. Loading up my clip, and I'm gon' hold it tight. With how you going left, you ain't gon' end up right. 'Cause you gotta know. You gotta know. You gotta feel it in your soul. And don't let go. You gotta keep strong. Hang along. You know you gotta kill 'em all. And drop a bomb. The power that you want. Don't come with God. I was looking for a pot to piss; no pans and pots. Peter Pan make 'em believe when I shot. 'Cause bullets don't stop; it's the law inertia. Yeah, I pray for them. Yeah, I pray for them. Yeah, I pray. Yes, I pray for them. Yeah, I pray for them. Yes, I pray for them.

ﮩـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

pray for them / prod. buggy /

bendreary