I'm into voodoo, tarot cards and oujia boards.
Lighting candles. Camping out at haunted beach resorts.
I write the dark shit, and rap about perverted violence.
Ghost stories of people murdered on deserted islands.
Dressed in jean shorts, high tops and tube socks.
Holding a rifle, with a life full of drama like Tupac's.
Jumping off roof tops, drunk after I do shots.
Landing in someone's backyard, getting chewed up by two Rott's.
I got a new watch and two rings with huge rocks.
This rap shit got cash coming out the blue like nude cops.
I used to sell pizzas. Now I got twelve Visa's.
So tell Jesus, I'mma quit sinning when hell freezes.
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