Murdok Kaine - Sin of the serpent

Gonna make you choke boy
Gonna make you choke boy
Gonna make you choke boy
Guns i tote boy

Hit you in the nose boy
Gonna make you choke boy
Gonna make you choke boy
Wrist still bleeding
Bitch still creaming
Still in the city never leavin bitch I'm dreaming self deceiving
Feening for them drugs my thoughts misleading
Lead me in to the deepest hole that's where I creep in
I keep falling down like the seasons
I need jesus a reason to keep proceeding
My demons keep overseeing while I'm just pleading
They overtake me
Rape me bake me
Lately feeling
Maybe fading
I'm All alone

I'm a broke boy
These guns i tote boy
Its not a joke boy
Mudork Kaine slice ya face dig a grave in broad day boy
I need a rolls royce
Got shooters on employ leave ya body in Illinois
I'm annoyed so please avoid or get destroyed
Santana got the tommy
Hunnid bodies in the lobby
Bandana on when I'm killing zombies
Its a hobby
Snobby thotties cannot kick it all karate
Illuminati mommies think that they some hotties

Drugs ease the pain but what do it cost me?
Love or hate it bitches want me
Flash me paparazzi
Like I stepped out the buggati (Skr)
Actually want a Ferrari and chick so naughty
Drive away to Milwaukee
All the pills in my cup feel like bill cosby
Get the chills in my lungs
Moving oddly wocky
Stalking my enemies they friends to thee
We smoke a tree then I kill them
Dump they body in the sea
Sorry, that was Murdok talking for me
Yung Metro keeps the sticks hollow tips with two clips put you in a ditch
Call up Yung Nuclear Kid, that's my lil apocalypse
The onyx that's reads comics no logic you cannot stop him
Expect murdok the demon lurka
God murda, unstoppable interita
Abominable mind, swine he's the anti christ
Keeps his wrists sliced all the time just to feel the pain
We are one
We are the same

Grade A days stuck in the grave
Double cups nowadays
Drift away from my old ways
The lame game we play drives me insane
So much pain they tell me to contain
All the tears I cried I could make it rain
All the fears I fight run from them Usain
Mood swings from the strains on my brain
Feel like tied by chains every mother fucking day
I'm a broke boy
Notes in the coat with the guns I tote boy
I'm not average
Mental damage turned me to a savage
Old habits still run rampant
Never manage to catch the rabbit in my jacket
Wrap it in a satin bag
Send it to the maggots
Did you understand It?
Of course you didn't bitch

Written by:
Sebastian Cuicas

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