Bitch I pull up ridin inna hearse truck
Skrr skrr
Skrr skrr
Bitch, I'm riding in that mother fuckin hearse truck
Skrr
Skrr
All black tints ion wanna see anyone
All black like my boots and my smoker lungs
All black truck skrr w my nazgûl’s
I won’t stop for anyone I don’t give a fuck
Fuck
Ay lemme go in tho bruh
Fuck a dementor bitch I'm the witch king
I gotta lotta dirty drugs up in my jeans
In the dead city smokin on my enemies
Bitch it’s grave man it’s still fuck da industry
Grave where youll be if you wanan try me
Run you over and buss ya head on the street
N then we'll skrrt off bumpin that old Gucci
Bitch I ride hearses I don’t ride beamers
Bitch I tote cutters ion need heaters
Ion go to sleep no no never
Tryna be better but I'ma oxy pill needer
I'm off lean and pills listening 2 darkthrone
Fuck jason bitch my hockey mask harold!
And I only trust the 9 like I'm from mordor
And we only whip a hearse when we slide on ya boy
Grave man
