Im iller than salmonella 
Ouija set the tone no Ghostface Killah
Shout out my boy $now, you aint really fucking wit him
Posted with the bro got the black Beretta, Im fed up

Headshot Im sending you home
Deadlocked Im aiming the chrome
Bitch talk you talk thru the phone
Wig walk Im splitting your dome

Living with one from the gun to the head Abundance of the blood and tears ive shed
3 days in the grave and I rose from the dead
I dont feel nothing except for this dread

No living soul is accepted, these people demented, Im praising the lead
Blood running thinner, the Ouija weed killer, my final goal is to paint the town red

Stunt ona feat for free? Not me talk money or dont talk to me
In the cut like some blood Ouija staining all the leaves
Missing in this bitch I aint ever gon leave

Happiness dont exist no more but Im glad i dont waste my time
Bitch i lied I am not fine, Ima kneel down infront of the nine
Id rather kick the bucket than kick it with you lames, Im a vet up in hell, thriving through the pain
You fucking with Ouijaboy you fucking with the mane
Twisted in the mind, twisted how Im in my lane
Shame, leave the world inflames, I dont wanna play this game but we all to blame
Spiral down the drain
We aint saving nothing, might as well go pray

A Constant State Of Worst Case Scenario (prod. CONSTANTINE)

Ouijaboy [@ouijaboy]