Knowhere. Never. - your pretty face is going to hell. (feat. Kid Eli) Lyrics

Cut me a xanny, I'm not okay
Smokin the gas till I fly away
Switching my mind up like anyway
But still poppin pussy like every day

F*ck, where are my manners at?
I missed a call but I think I'll just text back
Too many hoes, it's too hard to keep track
Think it's time for a setback

Can't f*ckin think, where's my head at?
Covered in smoke, where's my head at?
Don't f*ckin care where where my head's at 'cuz
I'm too damn high for this shit, f*ck that

I just want a bitch that's got a
Body like a succubus and
I'mma dick her down until she
Screams she's had enough of this

I'm going to hell
I might as well
I'm going to hell
I might as well

Kick back and enjoy the show
Wait it out till it's time to go
I used to want it all, ya know
But now that I got it, it's all I know

6 times I wanted to see him
6 times I wanted to meet him
6 times I wanted to be him, I
Think when I see him, I might f*cking kill him

Take his throne and call it mine
The only thing I'll waste is time
Bathe in my blood like I just died
But come right back, the spoilers lied

Don't give a f*ck what you think
If I run out of gas, I'll just probably drink and then maybe I'll
Play spin-the-bottle with death, I think
That bitch is a little freaky kink

Slurring too much and my words are a mess
But still slinging fire like my name is Ness
I'll give him credit, he's trying his best
But I'm going down like your bitches dress

I'm going to hell
And I'm taking you with me
So we're going to hell

Driving an 80 on a 45
I think I'm running outta damn time
Too many hoes on my f*cking line
So I beat em all like a drum line
Smoking this gas till it f*ck up my head
I be seeing demons when I aint high
They continue to talk , I continue to plot
Ima take over this hell fire

I think I'm going to hell
Shit, f*ck, might as well
Voices in my head talk
Ima run this shit, I don't wanna walk
Talking to these demons in my f*cking head
Head filled with lies, ima pop em off
Kill em all to rot. you ask for a lil, ask for a lot, 666 put it on lock.

Running back to city in all black jacket with the old man
Satan had his time now it's our turn
We come for your heart like a heart burn
Breathing fire like my name Bowser
I'm a mario nigga, bouncer
Shit i seen shoulda had a counselor
Phone calls woulda never helped her
King Kong, she the bitch with the blonde hair
I be causing these fires
All you niggas just shotters
Pew pew pew, on her

I find that shit amusing
Writing my thoughts in this demonic music
Open minded f*ck a wrist and get through it
Cutting your pain away it makes you a nuisance