Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die
Gotta be equipped with a Jason mask
Sunk back in the driver's seat
Blunt between my lips
I'm riding with a bitch that's high as me
She ducking out
She trying to sleep
I'm ducking out
I'm trying to see the road
But all I can see are four horsemen
Coming closer to me
I think I'm about to die
We'll see
Swerving on them motherfuckers, bitch
It ain't my time
Let the world blow up first then
I might just close my eyes
It's all I really wanted my whole life
The universe won't notice bitch
You just another life
The sun'll rise
The stars have already died
Car jack, gat packed, hard head, wig split
Die nigga die nigga die nigga die
Gotta be equiped with a Jason mask
(I) see the reaper creeping as my blood is seeping
Sleeping deeper through the night so I can face my demons
(My) weakness seems to be that I cannot stop breathing
Death keeps cheating on my life, but on my soul it's feeding
It goes on and on and on and on and on
Leading to the fleeting of an endless dream
Screaming and needing
Yelling and pleeding that things ain't as they seem
In the cut sneaking and tweaking because I can't stop seeking
This pain is torture of horror that I'm always conceiving
