Fiend - CRYPT1K

Uppercut, get yo jaw broke, how you gonna cope?

Fuck all that shit you better hang yourself upside down with the rope

Constantly plagued by the tragedies, shit feel like blasphemy

Taking it out on yourself and your drinking your life away with no fucks givin

about your health

Locked up in your head, wishing you were dead

But even death cannot erase all the pain that your have dealt

Deep down, underground nobody really cares about your hell

All of your demons are creepin around you but they begin to surround you

Make a wish mothafucka your killers in the shadows lurkin in stealth

Bitch my flow speed, machine gun ammo, breathe fire, make em melt

Fuck with me and you mothafuckas will be dealt with

Not to keen on being a fiend, fuck the lean im smoking on the green

Got the dream, OTP, that my team

Bitch we break the law and fuck a cop its ACAB

Give no fuck, bitch we buck, gatty tucked, knuckle up

Drop you down to the ground without a sound

Rotting flesh, the bodies never found