Venom

All these punk motherfuckers don't know
 They running their mouth like I won't kick in their door
 All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone
 You think we boys, I never seen you at one of my shows
 All these punk motherfuckers don't know
 They running their mouth like I won't kick in their door
 All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone
 You think we boys, I never seen you at one of my shows
 See, I been fucking up my life no joke
 Tatted my face, quit my job, went broke
 But I been loving every day a little more
 When you hear that wooden block, you know it's only ghoste
 Made in the image of what they call Satan
 The blade is serrated and decapitating
 The brain of sedated and awaiting heads
 Never to let them think freely again
 Put em in an underwater grave
 Better pay your attention to what I am about to say
 Fuck what your friends say
 Fuck what the man say
 I been licking venom off my gums
 Getting faded off the blood of my girl
 I cut her on the face, she told me "more"
 She got blood on my grandma floor
 Bitch, I'm draped in Ghost Supply head to toe
 Y'all were sleeping, I don't want your damn clothes
 My chick gon' to seduce your damn girl
 We tag-teaming like we wrestling for the belt
 (Lay down your soul)
 All these punk motherfuckers don't know
 They running their mouth like I won't kick in their door
 All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone
 You think we boys, I never seen you at one of my shows
 All these punk motherfuckers don't know
 They running their mouth like I won't kick in their door
 All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone
 You think we boys, I never seen you at one of my shows
 
 All these punk motherfuckers don't know
 They running their mouth like I won't kick in their door
 All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone
 You think we boys, I never seen you at one of my shows
 All these punk motherfuckers don't know
 They running their mouth like I won't kick in their door
 All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone
 You think we boys, I never seen you at one of my shows
 See, I been fucking up my life no joke
 Tatted my face, quit my job, went broke
 But I been loving every day a little more
 When you hear that wooden block, you know it's only ghoste
 Made in the image of what they call Satan
 The blade is serrated and decapitating
 The brain of sedated and awaiting heads
 Never to let them think freely again
 Put em in an underwater grave
 Better pay your attention to what I am about to say
 Fuck what your friends say
 Fuck what the man say
 I been licking venom off my gums
 Getting faded off the blood of my girl
 I cut her on the face, she told me "more"
 She got blood on my grandma floor
 Bitch, I'm draped in Ghost Supply head to toe
 Y'all were sleeping, I don't want your damn clothes
 My chick gon' to seduce your damn girl
 We tag-teaming like we wrestling for the belt
 (Lay down your soul)
 All these punk motherfuckers don't know
 They running their mouth like I won't kick in their door
 All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone
 You think we boys, I never seen you at one of my shows
 All these punk motherfuckers don't know
 They running their mouth like I won't kick in their door
 All these punk motherfuckers hitting my phone
 You think we boys, I never seen you at one of my shows