Текст песни de_snipe_it5 - $carecrow

Hold up wait a minute, I ain't got a fucking second
Now I'm in the kitchen sippin' juice
Loose screws and ghouls in my head
Make a noose out of shoestring
Pile of burning ashes on the floor from the black flame
I cannot cope with depression my sorrow is infinite
Hoping tomorrow is different but fuck it whatever
You're putting me down more than I have
I'm the grey fucking hound
Wrap me in a pack, Jack wearing all black
With a backpack it's a flashback
Oh, no
Swerving in my casket, everybody watching
Throwing flowers at my bed but I ain't dead yet so
Throw me inside of a lake made of fire
Rope round my neck only seems to get tighter
Of course my attire is made out of wire
The higher I get the more rhymes I can spit
Don't keep me waiting, I'm holding my breath
I ain't got a second to spare for myself
Hating myself why you think I can love you
So fuck you I'm hoping for nothing but death

Five-Nine with the real red eyes
$carecrow dropping off foes like flies
Trippin' in the kitchen with my four-five vice
Now I got a mission but I still can't fly
It's a homicide, a suicide or what
Liquified they spilling all my blood
Crucified I'm runnin' out of luck
Magnified the pain I call my drug
I'm hating myself feeling dread
Nothing inside me but pain in my chest
Infrared dot on my head no regret
Cutting my wrist I ain't breaking a sweat
Trynna better myself, but I can't
Maybe I'm rolling the wrong fucking plant
I don't understand
The Scarecrow is made out of sand
Fuck your religion, the devil is me where you been