South Texas killer
Bout to take your f*cking soul away
Midnight Militia
We might just change the game
Triple six bitch
I done blown my f*cking brains
Walking down that alley just to take her f*cking soul away
Now my niggas go insane
I might go insane
Popped a pill
Now I feel I might go insane
Kill a bitch
Show no mercy
Slit her wrist
3 blades, 3 nights, 6 hoes
End your life
Triple six
Triple the six to my wrist
Gripping the Uzi
I'm out of the crypt
Shut the f*ck up, come and catch a fist
Spreading my wings and I'm outta this bitch
You a rank hoe
Get the f*ck up out my face hoe
I'll make you dance
Don't want pu$$y
I want your soul hoe
I'm like the devil
On the outside I seem goofy
But on the inside I'm deranged like a scorses movie
Yeah I'll
Gather you up like a flock of the lambs
Open my mouth while I'm flashing my fangs
Sink in my teeth and I'll dry up your veins
Snatch up your soul and I'll put it in chains