SUICIDAL DISCIPLES lyrics

[Verse 1: GHOSTEMANE]
f*ck everybody
I'm doing my thing
Don't nobody know me
I'm a young Cobain
f*ck everything
I'm going John Dee
Give up my life [?]
Everybody wanna piece of Young Crowley
But nobody really wanna work like me
Everybody gotta make it everybody's thing
Gotta be the very next big thing
I wish a motherf*cker would like pennies in a well
I don't need no f*cking gas 'cause I got cigarettes from hell
b*tch, I worship Horis
I don't mind what anyone will say
I'm like "K-R-double E-P" and I will be till my dying day

[Verse 2: Torchfvce]
Riding with motherf*ckers thats tearing ya block up
They shocked they breaking out the beretta you better f*cking duck (?)
(?) take shots
Pop pop to ya dome and it don't stop
Creeping while you all alone at ya main spot
Lucifer at my dome b*tch I'm red hot
Motherf*ckers acting hard but we know you not
Hog tied tight knots while you fail to watch
Scream motherf*cking (?)
Creep up on you with the Glock put you in a box
Ol' mark ass b*tch (mark ass b*tch)
Weak ass hoe (weak ass hoe)
Pull the trigger then I figured that nobody can handle screaming (?)
I'm praying to Satan waiting to end all these f*ck boys who hating
Slay them like pagans
Assassinate them not playing
b*tch this is Suicidal Disciples treat arrivals with rifles
Taking flames to the bible I gave my soul to the motherf*ckin' devil ah