My Scars Are Like Evidence Being Mailed to the Judge

Eternal rest
The bloody mess
Keeping the motherfu*king devil hot
Satanic mentality
Happily making the bodies drop
I'm on the block
Circling cops
Ready for their demise
Screams resonate through the night, so I can't close my eyes
Hard to swallow when the hollows enter through your throat
Lately, I wallow in my sorrow cause I cannot cope
The ****, the coke, the drank, the lean, the pills, the X, the smoke
The rope to choke the pain away
I'm broken till I croak, hoe
(baby,baby)
Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover truck
Baby, let me get the ****, there's more for us
When these sucka's leave, yeah we can smoke a blunt and fu*k
I bust a nut, and now it's time to get the fu*k up out my crib
Yeah, here's a couple bucks
*****, I'm Oddy Nuff
Creeping out the cut
Blood seeping out my cut with the shotty cause
You might escape the Tommy gun because I'm busy puffing blunts
But soon enough, you'll come back round
You screaming "Lock me up! Please! Box me up!"
I got you sucka'
Start a flame and turn your body into dust
Smoke your body in the blunt
Copy us; I'll light it up