Running Out Of Hope

Grave in this bitch and I do what I please
Turn cities to cemeteries when I leave
Make more than you do when you're back in the street
Fucking stupid ass bitch put you under six feet
You ain't nothing to me
You ain't nothing to me
Put your corpse in a casket it's funny to me
When I hop on the stage bitch they running to see
Fuck the lame motherfuckers that wanna be me
Glorified pussy with feelings
I run it up bitch I don't need no deal and
They wanna be GRAVE cause I got bitches squealing
Okay Michaelangelo go paint the ceiling
Just kill yourself
You ain't worth shit
Know your pussy life
Don't got purpose
If you think that it can't it gets worse bitch
Grab that gun pull the trigger disperse bitch
I don't feel passion or pain or no joy bitches I don't feel anything
Got these bitches wrapped tight round my finger bitch go and pick any ring
I don't care bout the pussy just suck on my dick in my limousine
Pour the mixture of ethanol covered the bitch with some benzene
Running out of hope bitch
Running out of hope bitch
Running out of hope bitch
Running out of hope bitch
Running out of hope bitch
Running out of hope bitch
Running out of hope bitch
Running out of hope bitch