808 Possesong#1

Stangin' and banging and buckin' fuck it
People don’t like it when we come around
Murder murder
Dumping you off in the water
All of a sudden I’m buckin' and jukin' all over the floor when the evil’s around
Telling me
Gone with the wind
Gone with the wind
Thought it was done but its almost again
Fuck on my family and on my friends I’m poppin' the clip til the moment is end
Up in the north
Kill them for sport
Taking the wallet and bury the meat
Nothing is sacred you won’t get anything other than decomposition from me
We used to ride for a petty thang like a gold chain
Even if I stang for a smaller amount I get to split your brain
Gotta touch you with this tone I’m zagging hard like a bone in the zone
Alone at home I creep with the chrome
Little bitty bump in the goddamn nose
Manson Manson putting your ass in a trance and albeit I am so Handzum
Passing the budda the budda the radical revalation when I’m bucking em' down
Pizza Click and I rep PC West CLE I’m straight head bound
Ten toes down into my grave I can’t be saved I’d rather drown