[Hook (x2)] All these punk motherfuckers don't know They running their mouth like I won't kick in their door All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone You think we boys, I never seen you at one of my shows
[Verse 1] See, I been fucking up my life no joke Tatted my face, quit my job, went broke But I been loving every day a little more When you hear that wooden block, you know it's only Ghoste Made in the image of what they call Satan The blade is serrated and decapitating The brain of sedated and awaiting heads Never to let them think freely again Put em in an underwater grave Better pay your attention to what I am about to say Fuck what your friends say Fuck what the man say I been licking venom off my gums Getting faded off the blood of my girl I cut her on the face, she told me "more" She got blood on my grandma floor Bitch, I'm draped in Ghost Supply head to toe Y'all were sleeping, I don't want your damn clothes My chick gon' to seduce your damn girl We tag-teaming like we wrestling for the belt (Lay down your soul)
[Hook (x2)] All these punk motherfuckers don't know They running their mouth like I won't kick in their door All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone You think we boys I never seen you at one of my showsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
