Back from the Dead

$ui-$ui-$ui-$uicide back from the Dead $witchblade I got dreams of blowing my brains out While fucking some bitches in the mouth Keep these hoes wet with a jaw full of clout Young white demon from the south Drinking lean, never liquor Two-phone shawty, dial up the digit's Anarchy's the mission said fuck a religion Can I get a witness? Uh syrup in my Icee Having threesomes at the movies That's the beauty of the groupies Just gone and ask Lil' Uzi $uicide, unifies all the scrutinized So please either crucify or euthanize My super size fantasy to cease my life Never, never sold crack but I smoked it Think you the cream of the crop Imma bring out the locusts Hold up lemme focus yeahh Bitch, I'm sipping brain punch Drain my lunch's veins Blood stains in my fangs, punk Rock, paper, scissors Shoot goo in your dame, uh Walking with a limp notre Dame Hunch Back to the bat cave and pack a wrap fat Blaze up plankton I'm fried like Frankenstein Can't think right Put a gun to my head with a blank in mind Take my time away from life I fucking hate my gears and cranks They grind all day and night I might delay my decay if I gave a flying fuck (but I don't) But I don't, uh --- Back from the Dead - $uicideBoy$