STAINS ON MY SOUL

"It's impossible for words
 To describe
 To those
 Who do not know
 What horror means"
 (Bitch I gotta)
 Blade on my hip
 Fuck with the weight I grip
 Flames on my wrist
 Burn everyday I get, bitch
 Stains on my soul
 Stuck with the pain I hold
 Fangs in my veins since the
 Day that I was born (Yuh)
 Black and yellow tape
 All around me, yuh
 Haven't been the same since county
 Looking for my fate got a bounty
 When I see the lights I'm outtie, yuh
 I can't relate with y'all
 Motherfuckers on the gram while they nodding off, yeah
 In the cage like I'm Mazvidal
 I get the number from your girl then she top me off
 I got 2 hands quicker than a twin Glock
 (Pew, pew)
 Couple little bitties tryna' lip lock (Muah, muah)
 Stallin' all my problems with a Ziploc (Huh)
 Yeah, whippin' through the block until my rims stop
 (Horror and moral terror are your friends
 If they are not, they are truly enemies)
 Fill me up with gasoline and
 Light me up so I can breathe
 I keep these shackles on my mind
 So I don't get lost in my dreams
 If you see me with my hand out
 Bitch I'm sellin' propaganda, ah
 Whippin' up a sample for the
 Kids in their pajamas, ha
 I don't got no manners, no
 I be with the scammers, ah
 If you wanna scandal, then I'm
 Posin' for the cameras, ha
 No stalls, no waste
 I drink blood with no chase
 I roll call your whole gang
 To get left on my plate
 (No stalls, no waste
 I drink blood with no chase
 I roll call your whole gang
 To get left on my plate)