It's that gutta trench motherfucker
Comin out the northside
Hanging out the window
While I'm gripping on the 45
Bullets hit ya' head
We leave 'em dead right on the porchside
Slump 'em how we dump 'em
Pussy on the fucking wrong time
Still dead
Still fed by the demons in my dreams
Coke head
Nose bled from the lines up in my sink
Low life bone head
Cauterize your wounds and bleed
Keep that nina on my waist
I cock it back and let it sing
And still question if it's me
The one who slit my wrists
And always haunting all my dreams
I ain't ever coming down
And I don't ever fucking sleep
I stay awake all day and night
So I can feed my tendencies
And just