My Scars Are Like Evidence Being Mailed to the Judge

Eternal rest The bloody mess Keeping the motherfucking devil hot Satanic mentality Happily making the bodies drop I'm on the block Circling cops Ready for their demise Screams resonate through the night, so I can't close my eyes Hard to swallow when the hollows enter through your throat Lately, I wallow in my sorrow 'cause I cannot cope The dope, the coke, the drank, the lean, the pills, the X, the smoke The rope to choke the pain away I'm broken 'til I croak, hoe Baby, baby Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover truck Baby, let me get the weed, there's more for us When these sucka's leave, yeah we can smoke a blunt and fuck I bust a nut, and now it's time to get the fuck up out my crib Yeah, here's a couple bucks Bitch, I'm Oddy Nuff Creeping out the cut Blood seeping out my cut with the shotty 'cause You might escape the Tommy gun because I'm busy puffing blunts But soon enough, you'll come back round You screaming, "Lock me up! Please! Box me up!" I got you sucka' Start a flame and turn your body into dust Smoke your body in the blunt Copy us, I'll light it up --- My Scars Are Like Evidence Being Mailed to the Judge - $uicideBoy$