YDM CODERED - MURKY

YDM, ha-ha stand tall
I don't fuck with y'all, I don't fuck with the fakes
Get the fuck out my face, Merk, Merk, Merk, get fucked, pussy
Merk, merk, I got a corpse I'm digging the dirt
White tee, there's blood on my shirt white tee, there's blood on his shirt
Fingerprints left, I know they'll find me I got an army they stand behind me
I hear what they say, I know they don't like me
I hear what they say, I know they don't like me
I don't give a fuck, I get beat down bitch, I've had enough
Diamonds shine they came out the rough, diligent minds we moving too tough
I hate myself, wish I could run Burnt soul, I'm overdone
Lost soul, nowhere to run, lost soul I don't have a gun
Merk, merk, I got a corpse I'm digging the dirt
White tee, there's blood on my shirt white tee, there's blood on his shirt
Fingerprints left, I know they'll find me I got an army they stand behind me
I hear what they say, I know they don't like me
I hear what they say, I know they don't like me
Fuck up the organs cut up the body in different proportions
Different proportions
King of the dead but I'm not an orphan mind rot, I have no endorphins
I have no endorphins
Merk, merk, I got a corpse I'm digging the dirt
White tee, there's blood on my shirt white tee, there's blood on his shirt
Fingerprints left, I know they'll find me I got an army they stand behind me
I hear what they say, I know they don't like me
I hear what they say, I know they don't like me

Written by:
Cody Bell

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