You better take a step back a scared bone is something
I lack
Got those firebirds like Pontiac and your pockets I begin to attack
Because I was raised on the hardest of blocks
Cooking in hell's kitchen for the whitest rocks
Demons surrounding me waiting for me to slip up
And get caught up standing in a police lineup
Momma say a prayer for your son he's done flipped his
Noodle
Chasing souls feeding them poison that makes their mind
uncontrollable
Born a bastard child grew up to be a wild child
©droneking
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