(Verse: EJ)
Every night I have these twisted thoughts of genocide,
And if you friendly with the opps you ain’t no friend of mine,
If you could witness all the circles that I’ve been inside then watch them crumble
Family can’t be based off drugs and kiddish lies,
There is no brand of method
to mend a mans depression
From mansions land invested
To that old van I slept in,
I keep that strand in chest when,
I cough and pass my brethren,
From hand to hand we flexin
I stand a man corrected,
But I still have insidious thoughts
And residual marks from a past life
That I brought these demons to walk
By my side and cast no shadow,
Momma, I fear I’ll never win that battle,
Im tryin,
I’m tryin hard to see thru the sky tonight,
But it’s so dark I don’t think imma find a light,
So let’s absorb the nightshade until the sun returns,
And when the fire rains down let all the bums burn,
(Hook: EJ)
Straight from the slums returned,
Back to the ashen stone,
The smoke and acetone
will rise from that old fashioned stove,
The brim is boiling over,
So imma scrape the sides,
And when they test my product,
It will be genocide,
It will be genocide,
It will Be genocide,
When they test my product,
It will be genocide,
It will be genocide,
So imma scrape the sides,
And when they test the product,
It will be genocide,
(Verse: Boogie)
Every night I have these twisted thoughts of genocide,
Murder and torture I love to show my evil side,
If you think it’s over than you think I lack the pride,
Now I’m on the streets again, it’s time to take you for a ride!
I’m speaking past, the opposition won’t last,
What’s worse is I’m cursin every single person in my path,
And in fact,
I know I’m rash, considering they’ll take the wrath,
Maliciously the blood will flow throughout the rivers that they all stand,
I am a monster, deviant with a mossberg,
Rage and hatred overtook the man that they thought would prosper,
Banished, I would not falter, Damaged with no resolve.
Panic will happen when they see that I’m off my rocker!
Still I find, I’m enlightened with the simple talk;
The response looking for the bodies lined in chalk.
People speaking with a snake tongue,
How I thought a man with many faces,
Here’s a punishment where fear is taught!
(Hook: Boogie)
Straight from the slums returned,
Back to the ashen stone,
The smoke and acetone
will rise from that old fashioned stove,
The brim is boiling over,
So imma scrape the sides,
And when they test my product,
It will be genocide,
It will be genocide,
It will Be genocide,
When they test my product,
It will be genocide,
It will be genocide,
So imma scrape the sides,
And when they test the product,
It will be genocide!