CAPA/TRACKLIST

Letra : Cyclone (Pressure Remix)

Run a cyclone thru my home
I don’t even wanna be here no more
I’m no American idol
I’m more an American psycho
Error in my code
One shot two shot its a cycle
While they watch you from an eye-phone
Imma watch who? from a rifle?
I don’t really want you to die tho
I don't wanna be suicidal
Strictly sticking to the facts get your mind blown
I be whipping out quickly shut your pie hole
They be killing for the drugs and you buy those
You shoot up and pa** out ya got high hopes
Oh you ain't ever heard of no bible
All my apple bars go bite those
I won’t kill you but my knife will
I'll make some pico de gallo
With just a beaker of bile
When they diagnose I’m like why hoe
Two birds of a feather on NyQuil
I don’t just tight write I tight rope
With the 45 feel fe fi phum
No pilots flying just pyros
You know the sithlord the rothchild
Got your kids file in a compile
Don't quote me on that tho what do i know
I got away with kill like 5-0
No 9-1-1 to dial
Recite my curses die-all
Give a f**k who I kill, necrophile