Its the king of the swamp 
Come out the mud with the bugs on my face
And the muck in my lungs
Tuck in my gun, keep it under my tongue
When I open my mouth, get to duckin and run
Sucking me up, bitches stuck on my nuts
Cause I fuck em and bust on they face when Im done
Lucky for us, she gon act like a slut
I be makin em sweat like they under the sun
I keep a felony on me wherever I go when I dont got no strap 
I keep my enemies close to me
They not my homies, I know for a fact 
I keep my Hennessy open
I keep my bitch soaking like she in the bath
I keep the medicine rolling like fuck where you going
Im smoking a sack
Looking like a flight risk, blood on the light switch
Dont get too close or you might get sliced with the knife
I grip in my right fist 
Catch me throwin dick at a white bitch
Catch me gettin lit like a light, bitch
Big slits in my wrist, fuck life
This dont mean shit to none of yall listening
Sip blood from the goat at my christening
Ice float like a boat, see it glistening
On my wrist, why Im talkin bout my wrist again?
Lil Peep write songs for the mental men
Get back to the seminar, Lebanon
In my head, hear gunshots lettin off
Stone cross in the lows for the swamp moss
When the sun go down, dont get lost
When you see me with the mask 
Dont I look so good like that?
Im drinkin my flask and gettin some ass
I roll into the scene and I slit my wrist
I’m feeling like God 
While they just 
No mortality, no more sanity
Im flickin the switch and Im off of the wall
And you seein the signs, yeah 
Im makin these changes, makin my places
The blood is still rainin 
Got the blood and the tears thats mixed up on my face
But bitch, Im still dangerous
With my mask off feelin like Kane, no shame
And if y’all motherfuckers like me
Dont give a fuck about you, get the fuck from my sight
And Ima slice my knife until death
Im seeing no light, every night Im watchin myself die
Im closing my eyes, Id rather not cry
The morning comes and I sit right by the pipe
Got the rust on my whip, the blade on my hip
I finish a blunt then dispose of the zip
Theres smoke in my lips, from the tip
Im making these bitches no longer exist
We the fuckin killers from the garden
Lost in the fog where the party sing songs like blegh
Feelin like a motherfuckin God
Im running through my hood, still screaming “Fuck God” like blegh
We the fuckin killers from the garden
Lost in the fog where the party sing songs like blegh
Feelin like a motherfuckin God
Im running through my hood, still screaming “Fuck God” like blegh