CASKET [Prod. Pulse]

Verse 1: KILL EBOLA
At my grave, this will play
You focused on that and your feed barely eat
But bxxch how my meat taste?
You a lame
Rotting in peace on the day I decay
But that dates gotta wait
Biv wit the blade
Parish you pastes who sleep prone on our names
Striping skin from your face
Finding no trace
If someone mistouchin my cousin again
Ill catch case number tres
Trunk of fusion fill it up with a case of shells
But id rather kill em slowly like we race with snails
Stick with the knife mix most the night
Now my ears ringing like a bell
Self medic gonna put me in a grave or cell
Verse 2: BIV
Ima bust it up punk, what the fxxk is up?
Been a lot of talk, now you one of us?
Wonder how the fxxk she get up under us
Sneakin on my demons leavin on my feelings handled up
Im sick of all this shxt
Follow these problems you bxxch
See what the fxxk that get
Clip to my bones it wont miss
I aint dead yet, yeah
I aint dead yet, yeah
Dont let them in
I aint dead yet, yeah
I aint dead yet (What?)
Dont let them in
Dont let them in
I aint dead yet (What?)