[Verse 1: Lil Peep]
It's the king of the swamp (Who!)
Come out the mud with the bugs on my face and the muck in my lungs
Tuck in my gun, keep it under my tongue
When I open my mouth, get to ducking and run
Sucking me up bitches stuck on my nuts
Cause I fuck ‘em and bust on they face when I'm done
Lucky for us, she gon’ act like a slut
I be making them sweat like they under the sun
I keep a felony on me wherever I go
When I don't got no strap
I keep my enemies close to me
They not my homies, I know for a fact
I keep my Hennessy open
I keep my bitch soakin' like she in the bath
I keep the medicine rollin'
Like fuck where you going, I'm smoking a sack
Looking like a flyin' wrist, blood on the light switch
Don't get too close or you might get sliced with the knife I grip in my right fist (Who!)
Catch me throwin’ dick at a white bitch
Catch me gettin' lit like a light, bitch
Make slits in my wrist, fuck life
This don't mean shit to none of y'all listening
Sip blood from a goat at my christening
Ice float like a boat, sea glistening
On my wrist, why am I talking 'bout my wrist again?
Lil Peep write songs for the mental man
Get back to the seminar, Lebanon
In my head, hear gunshots letting off
Stone cross in the lows with the swamp moss
When the sun go down don't get lost
[Verse 2: DEATH+]
When you see me with the mask
Don’t I look so good like that?
I’m drinking my flask and getting some ass
I roll into the scene and I slit my wrist
I’m feeling like god (Feelin' like god)
Why they dress, because I'm in the zone
Once in a day, not once in a day
I'm flickin' the switch and I'm off of the wall
And you speakin' this language (Yuh)
I’m makin' these changes, makin' my place
The blood is still rainin', got the blood and the [?]
That’s mixed up on my plate, but bitch I’m still dangerous
With my mask off feelin’ like Payne, no shame
And do y’all motherfuckers like me
Don’t give a fuck about you, get the fuck from my sight
And I'ma slice my knife and this a lesson you'll know later
Every night, I'm watchin' myself die
I’m closing my eyes, I'd rather not cry
The morning comes and I sit right by the pipe
Got the rust on my whip, the blade on my hip
I finish a blunt then dispose of the zip
There’s smoke in my lips, these problems unzip
I’m making these bitches no longer exist
[Hook: DEATH+]
We the fuckin’ killers from the garden
Lost in the fall where the party sing songs like blegh
Feelin’ like a motherfuckin’ god
I’m running through my hood, still screaming “fuck god” like blegh
We the fuckin’ killers from the garden
Lost in the fall where the party sing songs like blegh
Feelin’ like a motherfuckin’ god
I’m running through my hood, still screaming “fuck god” like blegh