You Belong With Me

Im running from the feds
Im making my escape
Wearing fancy threads
But Never leave a traaace

Maackel - Fancy Threads ft. Retardead

ignition while im pissing cuz im sipping propane
superior range
im picking the pockets of brains
im simply just sick of the same
im slitting my wrist and im sipping the mist from my veins
drinking the blood of my enemies
man i just love amphethamines
im clearly insane
and the gears in my brain
will one day turn to cheese
i blame your lame theories
i feel your vibe near me
not new to this, clearly,
my flow is so cold fear me
i like it when stories begin
im liking the sun on my skin yes
youre filling my soul to the brim
im draining the pain from my brain
damn
i think that the message she sent to me wasnt even for me
im the incorrect entity
heavenly beats are my remedy
endlessly mess with the melodies
kicking it back in the kitchen
im cooking a rap in the back
its my specialtyyy

im not like them but i can pretend

IM A DEGENERATE

Auto tune demo

...

Cursed
Ebony soul might burst
Weaponry packed in my hearse
Stomping on top of esophagus, choking my victim who’s begging me make it not hurt
Ever since i killed a man with my fucken hands i cant understand what they tell me
Gimme that adderall and that alcohol
And these commercials that they sell me
But its okay
popping a pill with my goth bitch
Shopping at a hot topic topless
Boutta go knife my neck and ill wipe the red with these napkins i got from a burger king ayee 


Woah, tears on my vans may be stained
Raindrops placating my pain
One and the same
Satan my savior he changed me when I got so sick of that game
Ever since i killed a man with my fucken hands i cant understand what they tell me
Gimme that adderall and that alcohol
And these commercials that -


...

Pull up in a hearse with katanas
Of course I’m wearing black I’m an emo prima Donna
Of course I smoke crack it’s how emos reach nirvana bitch
I’m living on a cloud when I’m done I’ll kill their mommas


Gotta run faster than that son
Look at my blade slathered in black blood
Kissing my bitch rain on my car hood
My emotions became my fashion, goth boi
faster than that son
Look at my blade slathered in black blood
Kissing my bitch rain on my car hood
My emotions became my fashion, goth boi
Woah, tears on my vans may be stained
Raindrops placating my pain
One and the same
Satan my savior he changed me when I got so sick of that game
Cursed
Ebony soul might burst
Weaponry packed in my hearse
Stomping on top of esophagus, choking my victim who’s begging me make it not hurt
Ever since i killed a man with my fucken hands i cant understand what they tell me
Gimme that adderall and that alcohol
And these commercials that they sell me

@willy__minaj

Popular tracks