INFIDEL

Riley Van Vorhis

Hear the racing of my heartbeat
Feel the pounding in my ears
Gonna turn my mind to mincemeat
Dying to a drumbeat
Cutting up another line
I'm not stopping til I nosebleed

You may think I've lost my mind
I'm just tryna feel the rush
Til I'm laid to rest in stone keeps
Why do I feel so inclined
To crush all of my pills
And commit a dozen felonies

You know what the fucks going on nigga
Gonna fuck your earholes like I paid for it
Fuck

I put bodies in the pavement
So don't be surprised
When you go and check the basement
Ego built enslavement
Plans i have devised
To escape from my containment

Give me all your drugs
So I won't be so suicidal
Got the stash on deck
Bitch I'll make it my fucking idol
Get hit with a tec
When the whispers say be homicidal
Cut you at the neck
Leave you headless, no revival

Grown disciple
The devil bet on my survival
Cut from the umbilical
Afflicted with a skill to spiral
It's a cycle
But in the end it's archetypal
Turning all my pain in to passion
That's why I'm entitled

How delightful
Take a look I made your bitch wet
Got her fantasizing
About fucking til we drip sweat
Make her suck my dick
She gon' kiss you with her cum breath
She'll see you tomorrow
But tonight I'm gon' get head

Take a pic
Proof I fucked her in the ass
Got her down on all fours
Imma treat her like a doormat
Stretch her like your paycheck
Gaping be the aftermath
Hit her with the inches
That you niggas wish that you could have

Imma laugh
Cus you wish that you could be me
Pour another four
While taking shots and eating ziti
Your bitch on the corner working
Smelling like sashimi
Make you mad as hell
When I say she made me queasy

Posted on the block
I popped a percy
Then I threw it up
I said I threw it up

Bro came round the corner
One up top
But he ain't shoot at us
Nah he ain't shoot

Ain't nobody talk about
The pain I beared to be me
All I hear is how they wish
They shot at and they beat me
You cannot defeat me
I won't call the twelve
I will never be caught lacking bitch
I'll give you niggas hell

Shit I might as well
I should be locked in a cell
Imma rip apart your body
Paint with blood
I like the smell
Sell that shit to clientele
Sending corpses through the mail
Use your skull to make an ashtray
Like a fucking infidel

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