Lyrics Bleeding Heart - Ap250

Fuck all these bitches
They leaving my heart up in stitches
Now my mind broken
Stuck dead in the ditches
The devil has spoken
With death as his slogan
Disloyal to me
And in hell you′ll be roasting
I'm the one that is chosen
You′re a dime by the dozen
I'm about to start buzzing
You're about to start losing
I′m about to start choosing
My weapons of war
So I can blow down the door
Time to take the torch
To these mutha fuckin dorks
Kill the game
With the mutha fuckin force
No time for whores
All they do is suck dicks
Makes me want to cut my wrist
Brain feel like shit
I′m in the pit
Don't get me wrong
Bitches is great
Titties out
In a thong
Sippin lemonade
But I′d rather be dead
Than in a fucking bed
Next to a fuckin snake
Die alone for fucks sake

Rollin Solo
Never with a bitch, no homo
Rollin Solo
Never with a bitch, no homo
Rollin Solo
Never with a bitch, no homo
Rollin Solo
Never with a bitch, no homo

Staring out the window
With depression at the wheel
On the road to hell
Soon to be the devil
You will kneel
Imma come undone
Death be the only one that comes
It will be forever night
When I die
Be the end of light

Summoned an army of demons
They have arrived
Swarmed like an army of bees
They defend the hive
Filling my lungs up with weed
And I'm feeling fine
Throwing my leg on the horse
And I′m finna ride

(I'm no one to you)

But i got fuck it on my side
Don′t need a 45
When I'm creeping at night
Let death be the jury
Never in a hurry
When you doubt me
I'm coming with the fury

I want to be the best
Not follow like the rest
I′m bulletproof
No vest
Enjoy to cheat death
Satan in the flesh
I could never be less

My hearts a sunken ship
My brains a fucking treasure chest