Dead man walking lyrics

Swinging through the mother fuckin' guillotine

Few hoes in the back of a limousine

2 phones on my lap and some Hennesy

Cut me out of this life with one swing of the knife

Just please

You’ll cut me out of your life with one swing of the knife

Cut me out of my life with one swing of the knife

Back to the old man talking

Dead man walking

Bad bitches stalking

When I hit the function

They flock like crows to a rotting corpse

Beat that pussy up, I show no remorse

Back home, all alone, what have I become?

Self-hate I perfect, what I’ve really done

Flat rate on my check

Hand prints on ya neck

Better watch ya lounge, hoe

I wasn’t paid for this shit

Bitch I was made for this shit

Head on the floor

Drugs on the table

Hoes on my mind

Living a fable

That I could never write

Fuck this life

I wasn’t paid for this shit

Bitch I was made for this shit

Head on the floor

Drugs on the table

Hoes on my mind

Living a fable

That I could never write

Yeah, fuck this life I'm living