Thong Song

For making me die, swear I'm putting all you bitches on fucking leash.

The hate I wear on the inside, this time yeah, you got me.

But when I rise from the grave, all your evils become mine.

Then as I take my, time, straight going to make you all hate yourself's.

Police will die, bitches will flake, the day of my rain.

Yes grinding all you to the ground, feeling the inside.

I reached my hand to him, first, remember that.

Releasing my curses, out, from Heaven's above.

Forget my name, for now, but in the end.

I'm the ghost haunting, all your puss, puss, puss.

Ha, as your sins cannot, no longer hide.

Let the fury of what I said mark in you.