Message from Hell

Mothafucka I'm an apostle, send from the depths of hell

My message is to wish you fuckers well

Cause my AR got you in it's sites, bitch

I'm blastin' pussy while drinkin' dirty sprite, bitch

Codeine in my cup, pour that syrup up

Cocainia in my nostrils, went to the club, bought all the bottles, ah

Cause I'm that real mothafucka, real mothafucka

That you never gonna stop, never gonna stop, ah

Hop from bitch to bitch like they're on my bucket list

More like my fuck it list, cause I'll toss the bitch, I don't give a shit

Sometimes I think, what have I become

Inhaling these drugs to just overcome

Everything in my head, everything in my head

Wishin' I was dead, wishin' I was dead

But nah, Imma strive past that, get to the fuckin' top

Never gonna stop, my energy too illuminated

These bitches fascinated by how I get so damn intoxicated

Hell yeah, I'm fuckin' faded, I think I made it

Dead and gone, rappin' hella strong to this fuckin' song

6 feet under is where I belong, oh my god what the fuck has gone wrong?