TALKING TO GHOSTS

Walking through my mind What you find Bodies left behind Smoking on some pine Flying high Blue and purple lights F*ck sleep I'll get that when I mothafuckin die The reapers watching from the sky while I write my final line Pull out the blade then I slice through yo face Izzy insane blow a hole through yo brain Look in my eyes and all you see is pain starting fade deeper into the grey F*ck out my face end yo life with some casings Never leave em so there's no yellow tape BURIED for life, stomp you down in your grave Leave no remains, no scene and no case If you grab that blicc you better blow that shit pussy bitch if you don't then I'll end yo life real quick Open up the pit Open, open up the pit Open up the pit Open, open up the pit Mossberg make you think quick I don't give a f*ck about a stupid lil bitch Graveyard shift with the loaded up blicc Thinkin you slick til you bleed from the ribs Mags filled up with hollow tips Walk around with that fire on my hip Whachu you really think you know about IZZY Leave you bled with yo name on a tizzee Steppin crooked to me you can end up like yo dead friends Pull up in a black whip and leave you in dead end Hollow points and FMJs I bet that they feel heaven sent Leave you washed up in the ocean it ain't even cost a cent Benelli in the trunk in case a punk bitch wanna lace it up Talkin all that shit get you shot up through your face and guts IZZY smokin runtz with a gun, blow that shit for fun Hear that click clack boom and all these pussyboys start to run Air out the room in the whip we go vroom I'm calling her drool cause she wet like a pool 301 doom bitch we come from the tomb If I say that I love you then you better too