Misery

Mr. 51-to-the-7, don't you get your melon popped (Popped)

Canary stones, yellow gold, look like lemon drops

I feel like I'm Carrot Top the way they give me props (What?)

He swear he a killer, but I-I-I know he not

Now I'm back in the cellar

Don't you risk it for some cheddar

Yellow Testarossa revving

Every city

Every venue

"DeadBoy" what they yellin'

"Young BONES" what they feelin'

Demon sent you up to heaven

Weapon lift you like a Chevy

Lifе or death up on my mind

Reposado in my belly

Rollin' smokе aimed that telly

Eyes glowin' like his belly

Red wing boots, iced up like I'm Zeddy

Cut you up and hit my ceiling

DND, don't hit my celly

24-7, I'm in my head

25-8, I'm seeing red

No, I don't want it but it's just how I'm programmed

Wanna stop, I can't (What?)

I'm mentally MIA

I'm physically AFK

IRL, I'm lagging every night and every day (SESH!)

Came from the place where the people don't change

Where they redneck, shotgun banging (Bangin')

Cornfield looking like a graveyard

Body disintegrate before they get you (Get—)

Came from the place where the people don't change

Where they redneck, shotgun banging (Bangin')

Cornfield looking like a graveyard

Body disintegrate before they get you (Get you)

(What?)