It's the king of the swamp (hoo)
Come out the mud with the bugs on my face and the muck in my lungs
Tuck in my gun, keep it under my tongue
When I open my mouth, get to duckin' and run
Sucking me up, bitches stuck off my nut
'Cause I fuck 'em and bust on they face when I'm done

Lucky for us, she gon' act like a slut
I be makin' 'em sweat like they under the sun
I keep a felony on me wherever I go when I don't got no strap
I keep my enemies close to me, they not my homies, I know for a fact (nah)
I keep my Hennessy open, I keep my bitch soaking like she in the bath
I keep the medicine rolling like fuck where you going, I'm smoking a sack

Looking like a flight risk
Blood on the light switch
Don't get too close or you might get sliced with the knife, I grip in my right fist (hoo)
Catch me throwin' dick at a white bitch
Catch me gettin' lit like a light, bitch

Big slits in my wrist, fuck life, this don't mean shit to none of y'all listening
Sip blood from the goat at my christening
Ice float like a boat, sea glistening
On my wrist, why I'm talkin' 'bout my wrist again?
Lil Peep write songs for the mental men
Get back to the seminar, Lebanon
In my head, hear gunshots lettin' off
Stone cross in the lows for the swamp moss
When the sun go down, don't get lost

When you see me with the mask (see me with the mask)
Don't I look so good like that?
I'm drinkin' my flask and gettin' some ass
I roll into the scene and I slit my wrist
I'm feeling like God (feeling like God)
Water drip, they can swim in this sun
No mortality, no more sanity
I'm flippin' the switch and I'm off of the wall

And you speakin' this language (yeah)
I'm makin' these changes, makin' my places
The blood is still rainin (yeah)
Got the blood in the tea that's mixed up on my plate
But bitch, I'm still dangerous
With my mask, I'm feelin' like Bane, no shame
And if y'all motherfuckers like me
Don't give a fuck about you, get the fuck from my sight

And I'ma slice my knife until death
I seeing no light, every night, I'm watchin' myself die
I'm closing my eyes, I'd rather not cry
The morning comes and I sit right by the pipe
Got the rust on my whip, the blade on my hip
I finish a blunt then dispose of the zip
There's smoke in my lips, these problems unzip
I'm making these bitches no longer exist

We the fuckin' killers from the garden
Lost in the fog where the party sing songs like blegh
Feelin' like a motherfuckin' God
I'm running through my hood, still screaming "Fuck God" like blegh
We the fuckin' killers from the garden
Lost in the fog where the party sing songs like blegh
Feelin' like a motherfuckin' God
I'm running through my hood, still screaming "Fuck God" like blegh