Mortua - CandleStix

Percolate off Percocet but I think this is fentanyl
M30's will me off
Bitch I think my whole life's fake
Fake tits, fake ass, that bitch give me fake brain
She told me she wants me drained
My energy rejuvenate
You, now eliminate, your body will disintegrate
Lucifer is looking for you I would just not keep him waiting
Bitch have you gained some weight?
You looking chunky in the face
Quit drinking school tomorrow
I can't get my shoes on
Wait, let me get this straight
You spitting lies right to my face
And then you still expect my praise?
Bitch I'm not even gonna stay
Gas light, gassed out, now she got her ass out
I cannot reciprocate, all of the signs they indicate
That she wanna be stimulated
Why you always irritated?
Paranoid, xanny bar, now I'm in the cop car, fuck
Lost my drugs, no love, nothing I can go on
Fuck the law, fuck a cop, she got flaws, give me top
Give me jaw, why you stop?
I'm in love, it's a lot
All my blood it'll clot
I'm a demon and she not
I'm in hell where it's hot
And my body it'll rot
Top down, shut up, passed out, throw up
Throwing up my cup
This drink is stupid love
Mixed with some henny
Her fucking panties must be twisted up
She claims she a savage
But still can't manage not to fuck it up
She like when I salvage the fucking damage that the reapers done
I thought I would panic, I took xanax
I'm swerving, The scene is graphic
I'm anxious, but still relaxing
I'm waiting, for all this action
The court room has just not had it
Some pictures have caused reaction
In favor from being manic
This boy must be satanic
I'm cold, just like Atlantic
These hoes are just dramatic
They fold like fucking plastic
And stretch the truth elastic
My moves where too erratic
You know you're never track
This snow is cold Titanic
Some holes are shown like magic
Sink in such a fashion
You'll pay for all your actions
The grave is for your sanctions
Oh fuck, I think I'm blanking
I don't even know my name
But I'm to blame for this relapsing
I created my own issues
'Cause they felt like a distraction
From this real life shit
I need my zip
Just burn me on the crucifix
It's common sense that
Candle sticks will circle me
The sacrificial lamb
To see the slaughter
Kept me for some torture
Straight by to hell is what's supported
Get the fire start to scorch him
Mercy's not to be afforded

Written by:
jesse nielsen, matthew Sampson

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