GWL: Horror
• Written by CaramelChoppA_
(Ayo, did halloween come early this year?)
(Aye man why the fuck is you dressed like a clown?)
(Got me fucked up)
Micheal Myers (yuh), he in the building
Step in a house, blood on the ceiling
Scared for your life, the spread of death over living
Cop killa, no triggers, born a sinner
Caught slitting throats, cops terrified on the chase
Always blood everywhere but he leaves without a trace
Out from the grave, bouta find my first victim
Called us the slaves yet We ruling over the Kingdom
Niggas start listenin', they take what I'm givin' them
Spitting words with wisdom saying fuck the system
Fuck it turn my mic up a Lil bit
Take a seat cause we taking a trip
Know I'm finna talk my shit (talk yo shit)
Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket
Niggas scared of me, can't even look into my face
Got me Moving like I’m walking with an open case
instead, you insist to be a bitch, switching up your case
On the road to riches, this is the fork I'm hitting
I see the devil grinning as if he winning
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CaramelChoppA_
Member since February 13 2022