"Horror" lyrics
(feat. Bill $aber)
[REDZED:]
I lost my senses, fist up in your face, you need a dentist
Run up with the gun, I put the pressure in your pelvis
You're fucking nervous, I'm sick of all these lies
And that ain't the only reason why you're praying for demise, uh
Go check your back, bitch, I'm pulling up from the back
Coming up, coming up with that Uzi, then I sniff the smell of death
I feel neglect, nobody wants to fuck with Red
I been a lonely piece of shit, so maybe I should stop my breath
It's changing me in something I like
Leave some more for me
Don't you play, I'm ripped inside out
Can't you pray for me?
I read the Bible, I would give it one of ten
I saw the devil, motherfucker's in the den (Oh)
Another letter, see the blood up on my pen
I make you suffer, bitch, I've grown to be a man!
[Bill $aber:]
Time for nostalgia, rock with the posture
Mind full of monsters, hide if we spot ya
Freeze when I see 'em all, duke 'em and deking is
Saber the season, and pussy the reason
Why I spark up a threat, five fingers on your neck, huh
Foot up on the ped, nigga, nigga, don't respect none
Niggas not my offspring, treat 'em like my stepsons
Got her in her wet ones, Jimmy Graham, I catch them
Getting dough
That's all a nigga like me know
Hating, but I'm paid in full
Try me, man, I wish a nigga would
Niggas know I live in a trench, dead bodies be the stench
Kobe with the wrench, shoot around and get benched
Beat a dead horse, laughing with my dead friends
Hammer to his head again, checking if he dead again
I'm the creature that be living in the pond, swimming
Dead boy, no bones, I'm beyond living
I'ma, I'ma need a blunt and some fine women
I'ma open up a mouth and stick my bomb in it, pow
I lost my senses, fist up in your face, you need a dentist
Run up with the gun, I put the pressure in your pelvis
You're fucking nervous, I'm sick of all these lies
And that ain't the only reason why you're praying for demise, uh
Go check your back, bitch, I'm pulling up from the back
Coming up, coming up with that Uzi, then I sniff the smell of death
I feel neglect, nobody wants to fuck with Red
I been a lonely piece of shit, so maybe I should stop my breath
It's changing me in something I like
Leave some more for me
Don't you play, I'm ripped inside out
Can't you pray for me?
I read the Bible, I would give it one of ten
I saw the devil, motherfucker's in the den (Oh)
Another letter, see the blood up on my pen
I make you suffer, bitch, I've grown to be a man!
[Bill $aber:]
Time for nostalgia, rock with the posture
Mind full of monsters, hide if we spot ya
Freeze when I see 'em all, duke 'em and deking is
Saber the season, and pussy the reason
Why I spark up a threat, five fingers on your neck, huh
Foot up on the ped, nigga, nigga, don't respect none
Niggas not my offspring, treat 'em like my stepsons
Got her in her wet ones, Jimmy Graham, I catch them
Getting dough
That's all a nigga like me know
Hating, but I'm paid in full
Try me, man, I wish a nigga would
Niggas know I live in a trench, dead bodies be the stench
Kobe with the wrench, shoot around and get benched
Beat a dead horse, laughing with my dead friends
Hammer to his head again, checking if he dead again
I'm the creature that be living in the pond, swimming
Dead boy, no bones, I'm beyond living
I'ma, I'ma need a blunt and some fine women
I'ma open up a mouth and stick my bomb in it, pow
