Behold! a Pale Horse (Remastered)

歌手： Devon Hendryx • 专辑：The Ghost~Pop Tape (Remastered + Original) • 发布时间：2023-10-23 
作词 : Devon Hendryx
 作曲 : Devon Hendryx

In the-
In the eye
Wait for that one
Twenty-five was our price
In the eye
A single ****, bitch
Slinging rock
In the eye

No
In the-
We don't give a ****
Coming out the river man
In the-
Not a single ****, biatch
In the eye
Who are we?
Everything y'all not, biatch
Ay!
In the eye
I got a text message
Killing everybody for money
In-
****ing freaks!
Everything in between, biatch
In the eye

I'm watching (watching), on the sideline like Robin (Robin)
I told them, "Lemme get the hostage" (the hostage)
They told me, "Batman runs Gotham" (Gotham)
But I'm Rockwood, I don't do options (options)
Either my way or the highway in your Datsun (in your Datsun)
Tried running but I caught them (caught them)
Lit a match in the gas tank when they wasn't watching
(Now they're dead)
And I feel no sympathy for those niggas, I got the last laugh in
This is what happens, when everybody directing and ain't no ****ing acting
Too many thieves, not enough police
Got a million Scott Halls and no Wall Streets
I make my own rules, mother**** these streets
So you kill my cousin, I'ma **** your niece, bitch
(Pussy play pussy and get ****ed bitch!)
I play pussy like pussy get nut
And kick pussy out the house like what
I don't give one single shit 'bout any other nigga ain't in my clique
Caught a white dude going down the strip (gunshot)
(That's for slavery, bitch!)
Cause we don't believe in your Greek philoso'
Fiends got me in debt with Hostiles
Twenty-five cent coupons from Costco
Welfare checks on deck, what up though?
Rich kids brag cause they ain't got to
Worry about rent or the loans from car notes
I wish I was dead but I can't afford to
Bury myself 'cause that coffin cost you
So **** out my face with that gospel
They lied, anything ain't possible
Tell mom to pay my rent and I swear on her son
I'll survive off of Twinkies and popsicles
Uhh…
Huh! Huh! Huh!

Sex ain't nothing if you can't fit in my ride
Sex ain't nothing if you can't fit in my ride
Sex ain't nothing if you can't fit in my ride
Sex ain't nothing if you can't fit in my ride
Oh, mama, I want that stripper
To meet in the morning, take me out the dawning
No, oh baby, I want to tip her
No, oh no

What you CACs know about EBTs and VCRs in '03?
I met a bitch and told her **** me on the lowkey
I stuck her up and gave my mama all the proceeds
Cause you don't want it with me, white girl
I'ma take you down through there, shit you never knew there
Everybody wanna be Black until they get that first ticket
And then they never come back, well that's cool
I'm going to the gym in the summer time
Stealing all the weights and throwing them at the stop signs
These white kids don't want that harsh life
They said, "What you wanna be nigga?" I said, "Posh Spice!"
Five years there, looking for a remedy
Gimme one shot like the driver did Kennedy
I'm Al Snow with a stripper pole
Now take a look up in the sky, a pale horse behold!
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