Lyrics Murder of Crows - Count Kush

Out here where murder is typical
Living through strife but I'm packing a bible and sipping it
Killing off any opponent I'm strapped with the Mosin
I'm packing the rosin and hitting it
I keep a beam on my piece
I keep on drinking my tea

Ain't been the same since my team split
Dropped off the boys with the weakness
Shot pouring all night long
Thot want Lou' Vuitton

Kush smoking that necromancer pack
I got blunts hit those back to back
Pop my sacrificial pistol missile hit your cardiac
Where the hell is Marty at?
Probably dead, I guess that nobody knows
That boy got grabbed by the crows