Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Richard McCabe
Songwriter
Ray Andrew Andrade
Songwriter
Gary Glenn Lucero
Songwriter
Lyrics
I cut the head off of a snake
Just to have two takes its place
I sucked the poison out
And drank it all
So i knew how it taste
Put my issues to the flame
Hold up bitch you are insane
If you try to bite
I'll grip it tight
My blade decapitates
There's no need to solve the problems
I dissolve them all
Before the ball has dropped
I'm stopping time
I gta call this off
High up in the crows nest
Snipe you from the top
If you got a fucking attitude
You end up on the chopping block
Dont let you mouth be your
Mother fuckin' grave digga
Too sick of worrying about the devil Might get sicker
Too busy paper chasin
Forgot about the bodies in the basement
Making stank
I probably should just light em in a fire
With the venom
From a snake
You're on the list I had to make
I snatch your soul for all the fake shit
The second that I take it
Snake oils what I made
And then I feed it to the next sucka
Undercover murder
I bare my fangs
I poke and stick ya
State of zen is not like venom in ya veins
I wear my trophies 'round my neck
The zipper case, the one to blame
Great Serpent of the Sunken Valley
Don't you wanna fuck around?
I can mark another bloody tally
I could be the Sandman
What you wanna dance man?
One more step and someone is a fuckin' dead man
Light em all up and go
Trying to see you bury the throne, oh
Ashes of the bodies
Like fog
Fill the air from before
Writer(s): Anthony Mccabe
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