Unknown The Plague - Missed Calls

What a way to go
In the fire got burnt
Knowledge I've been swallowing
The pages I turnt
Get learnt fuckboi
Wanna see how I hurt
Gun to my head or go to bed
I don't know what's worse
To afraid to learn about the person inside
Look inside might see that he not a nice guy
Tell em once tell em twice
Way too many fucking times
Gotta order a shake with that double wide order of fries
That ain't no lie
She thicc like a snicker I nut in her eye
I trap with the bag on the fly
Look at his disguise
Black mask and a parasyte cover my eyes
Hoe don't even try
You're gonna get fried
Roll up another one eyes roll back
New bitch on my phone and I know she got tats
Big Unknown, the pariah is back
Michelin Man how I'm tired no cap
My baby got back how I make her come back
Put her on the stack with her number with RED in the back
With a psycho he keep on his phone just for head
Put that bitch on the track
Now she taking dabs
First time for every bag
Lane switching way too fast
No pausing, only lag
Wanna get up on my lap
Bitch get a fatter ass
Wanna trap with $12
Crazy motherfuckers still crawling outa Hell
Rolling backwoods by the L
Cant believe that I'm still wishing you well
Bad burn on a bitch, better tell her to chill
Tag lines under bridges, end up locked in a cell
Vendetta for a face, better than being myself
No I don't have a reason, for the rot of my health
I know my place, where the dark ones dwell
I've been a fucking demon
Call it what you want
I'm still annihilating heathens
Rebirth it every weekend

Written by:
Allen Perley

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