Текст песни Weight of the World - Ap250

Add you to the top of the pile of bodies
Everybody drops bag you up like some fall leaves
All the bitches busy popping percs and some mollies
Got the Devils pager and everybody's calling
Skimming through obituaries
Looking for a bitch to marry
Bedroom is a cemetery
Popping all my capillaries
Study me in seminary
Churches are incinerating
Bumping up your local murder rate
Snort a line of comet and I'm feeling irate
World gunna burn you can't be saved
Putting in work and I need a raise
I want to be dead but I rose from the grave
All is lost I'm the one to blame
Talk your shit I can't be phased
I know I'm a god and I need my praise

Eyes turn black like doll eyes
Lock you in the trunk for a car ride
Summon my army and they all rise
Sun has risen for the last time
Always praying for a flat line
Happiness something that I can't find
Idle time bad for a sad mind
Always walk alone cause I'm one of a kind
I made a choice when Lucifer handed me a knife
That's when he told me everybody bleeds by the end of the night
Ask them to reveal their lies and that's when you'll make a slice
Do your deeds all right grant you my throne and dip outta sight