PeterSteele

(Akvri, hah)

What? Back home in the grave

Whip a, whip a hearse with the, with the Woodgrain

Ice-cold nights match the white gold chain

My brain is a burden and my mind is a maze

Lean with it, rock with it, dash got a Glock in it

Mick Foley pimpin', tell a bitch to put a sock in it

I ain't on the block with it, I'm under the rocks with it

Tombstone boy, pinky ring got diamond rocks in it

Glisten, give a fuck if you listen

Mike Klebold, pistol nine milli', go the distance

BONES too consistent, BONES why you trippin'

I ain't ceased, still lend assistance to delete your out existence

Sittin' in the shadow, my battle is on the inside

Me against myself, I'm willin' to bet that it won't end right

Woh, what happened to that boy?

Bitch, I'm stuntin' like my daddy glitchin' like some white noise

Young Peter Steele, dye it black, number one

'Nother hunnid tapes, after that, I'll be done

You be in the club throwin' up a lotta ones

I be in the mausoleum chillin', body numb

Skeletons in the backseat, weapons out the sunroof

Bitch, I go retarded, squeeze the trigger like, "What this gun do?"

You tell her to come through, I tell her to bounce out

I'm just tryna smoke and jump in the tub like it's Run's House

SESH