[Verse 1: Neon Taylor]

*Intro* Lay me down in the cold cold ground where before many men have gone

I think there's something wrong with me i been tossing in my sleep i can't write i can't eat i can't hear and i can't see somethings tryna take over with reptilians inside my dreams letting off steam y'all know me smoking kush and sipping lean left the scene packing hollows riding round with my Chicanos fucking models niggas hating that's exactly what i mean mother fuck them spineless pussies they can't help it its in there genes we got futuristic armor look like star wars with them beams we supreme 2x what is destine has been forseen to extreme 2x pull the blades out like wolverine its routine 2x if a nigga snitching we line em out stand em up against the wall and drop em that's call signing out left with injuries look at what y'all did to me lies been told im so cold i hope y'all die in misery quarantine recently im on a different frequency people out here scared to take chances i see that frequently fuck those lames they just average snap a nigga Randy Savage all my bitches they the baddest and my killers we some G's straight marines spending cream the life i live is too obscene gasoline set fire to this motherfucking industry in between integrity we were friends then we had ended as foes im a real nigga the were jealous because of my flows heard they put a price on my head like niggas mercenary's goddamn bra all this hate bitch is it really necessary

*Outro* Lay me down in the cold cold ground where before many men have gone