ZeDemi - Dust to Dust

Tell me what's up
God damnit, I'm stuck
So I load the .45 mag, and let it bust
Pullin' out the blade from my ribs, and let it rust
Smokin' out the J's what is is, it turn to dust

Bitch gon' turn to dust like you never seen before
Sawed off to the lock, bitch I'm knocking at that door
Better open up fore there's guts all on the floor
Try and test ya luck, end up thirteen feet below

Thirteen feet below bitch, it's where the fuck you goin'
Breath in slowly
Maybe it'll help you focus
Gonna reap it, then you sow it
Know my motion never slowin'
Livin' life in slow motion
Put the gun up to my head then I motherfuckin' blow it

Bring it back
My tomb filled with bats
Yo cliquе filled with rats
All these fuckеrs hate, tryna go and stab me in the back
And if they come around
Make no sound
They gon' catch some flak
Tell me what's up
God damnit, I'm stuck
So I load the .45 mag, and let it bust
Pullin' out the blade from my ribs, and let it rust
Smokin' out the J's what is is, it turn to dust

Now that my body's freezin'
I'm still looking for that reason
Now I'm bleedin'
Cuts up on my arms and knees and
Filled with flies, they get to eatin'

It's so bad
It's so fuckin' bad
Slam my head against cement, until my pulse flat