Don't Judge A Corpse By It's Toe Bag (feat. Ghostemane)

[Bexey]

I don't need nobody to tell me what I am here for

Counting money up while my tears fall

Breaking up out the 4 walls

I really want the whole world

London boy in la

I'm used to the rain

Underage in the strip club sipping lemonade

I was confused as a kid playing hide and seek

Up in a house full of naked bitches

Momma was a female pimp

Flashback right here

While I'm staring and glaring up at these strippers

Breaking up out of my mind

Not running away from signs

Increasing the beam on the light

I'm looking around trying to find

Somewhere I belong

Forever in progress, fella

Stuck in the clouds like a gta online error

No I don't know you

I take the lonely girl higher

She don't know my real name

Call me baby cyrus

Saying she don't feel pain

Angel, why you crying then?

This life is a real game

But you can't retry it, aye

[Ghostemane]

Aye, bitch don't be hitting my phone

Aye, bitch don't pull up at my show

Aye, found me a kawaii hoe

Aye, she gave me top on the top of a mountain

I'm lit like a bic

I'm the G. O. A. T

Surrender life and I'm taking your soul

Shang tsung with a young witch made her cum quick

Hand around her throat

Choke

Throw her in a moat

Pull up in a motherfuckin' lyft

I'm reminiscing when I used ta have a pretty red donk

R. I. P to the grand marquis

Baby, I miss you but it had to be

Now I'm in another state

Glowing like I'm indigo

Go with the flow

Hoes won't leave me lone

I'm a young G. O. A. T

Put a motherfucka thru the hole in the ozone

Neva gonna go back home

Bitch