EnragedSoul

Go, stop the show
Choppy words and a sloppy flow
Shotgun, opera, lock and load
Cock it back and then watch it go
Mama help me I've been cursed
Death is rolling in every verse
Candy paint on his brand new hearse
Can't contain him, I knows he works
Fuck, this hurts
But I won't lie
Doesn't matter how hard I try
Half the words don't mean a thing
And I know that I won't be satisfied
So why try ignoring him
Make it a dirt dance floor again
Say your prayers and stomp it out

I play Russian roulette everyday, a man's sport,
With a bullet called life, yeah mama called life
You know that every time I try to go
Where I really want to be,
It's already where I am,
Cause I'm already there!!!