Budd Dwyer - Back from the Dead lyrics

[Verse 1: $witchblade $crim] I got dreams of blowing my brains out While f**ing some b**hes in the mouth Keep these hoes wet with a jaw full of clout Young white demon from the south Drinking lean, never liquor Two-phone shanty, dial up the digits Anarchy's the mission Said f** a religion Can I get a witness? Uh Syrup in my Icee, having threesomes at the movies That's the beauty of the groupies Just gone and ask Lil' Uzi $uicide, unifies all the scrutinized So please either crucify or euthanize My super size fantasy to cease my life [Verse 2: Lil' Uzi the Antichrist] Never sold crack but I smoked it Think you the cream of the crop Imma bring out the locusts.. Hold up lemme focus b**h, I'm sipping brain punch Drain my lunch's veins Blood stains in my fangs, punk Rock, paper scissors Shoot goo in your dame Walk with a limp Notre Dame Hunch Back to the bat cave and pack a wrap fat Blaze up plankton I'm fried like Frankenstein Can't think right Put a gun to my head with a blank in mind Take my time away from life I f**ing hate my gears and cranks They grind all day and night I might delay my decay if I gave a flying f** But i don't