My Flaws Burn Through My Skin Like Demonic Flames From Hell

[Intro: Tommy Wright III] Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die Gotta be equipped wit' a Jason mask Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die Gotta be equipped wit' a Jason mask Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die Gotta be equipped wit' a Jason mask Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die Gotta be equipped wit' a Jason mask Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die Gotta be equipped wit' a Jason mask Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die Gotta be equipped wit' a Jason mask [Verse 1: Yung Mutt] Slumped back in the driver's seat Blunt between my lips I'm ridin' with a bitch that's high as me She duckin' out, she tryna sleep I'm duckin' out, I'm tryna see the road But all I can see are four horsemen comin' closer to me I think I'm about to die, we'll see Swervin' on them motherfuckers, bitch, it ain't my time Let the world blow up first Then I might just close my eyes It's all I really wanted my whole life The universe won't notice Bitch, you just another life The sun'll rise, the stars have already died [Chorus: Tommy Wright III] Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die Gotta be equipped wit' a Jason mask Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die Gotta be equipped wit' a Jason mask Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die Gotta be equipped wit' a Jason mask Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split Die nigga, die nigga, die nigga, die Gotta be equipped wit' a Jason mask [Verse 2: Yung $carecrow] (I!) see the reaper creepin' as my blood is seeping Sleeping deeper through the night, so I can face my demons (My!) weakness seems to be that I cannot stop breathing Death keeps cheating on my life But on my soul, it's feeding (It goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on) Leading to the fleeting of an endless dream Screaming and needing, yelling and pleading That things ain't as they seem In the cut, sneaking and tweakin' Because I can't stop seeking this pain This torture of horror that I'm always conceiving