Meth cross m******e

[Verse 1] Pentagram pipe in a trailer with a lean stain Dope look like ash from a burnt-up saint Bitch got fangs and a slit in her tongue Gave head on the altar while the d**d ones sung Black tar gospel in a pill bottle hymnal I ain’t got veins, I got ritual symbols F**k her like a demon while the b***d moon rise Then I light that spoon with her mama’s cries Got a cult in the cut wearin’ ski mask robes And they all hit glass when the sermon’s told Put a spike through a snitch and we drained him clean Sold his fat to a tweaker for a blacked-out dream I don’t knock—I manifest I bring the sack and a spell for death Bitch OD’d with her eyes on God So I carved her chest with a rusty rod [Chorus] Trap full of fiends and the fiends got faith Smoke so thick you can’t see no face Bitches on knees in a methhead trance While I count my sins and she drop her pants Every bag I bless, every line I mark Got a hex in the cut and a demon’s spark Ain’t no priest, I preach with a blade— And my cult stay lit off the shit I made [Verse 2] Three girls strung up in the doublewide back One’s speakin’ Latin with a needle in her lap Other two fightin’ over who gon’ die For a taste of the wrath in the Burlap high I don’t do love—I do scars and spells F**k you raw in a trap made of rust and shells She came, she cried, then she split in two Left her soul in the sink with the Mountain Dew I got pockets of bone and a trunk full of teeth Whippin’ that Y with a sigil beneath Smoke rise up from the pinewood floor While the walls breathe out like a b***d-drenched w***e I’m the truth, I’m the end, I’m the cursed relapse Got your favorite plug in a chokehold trap I don’t die, I just rot and sell While the junkies all chant: “He came from Hell!” [Chorus] Trap full of fiends and the fiends got faith Smoke so thick you can’t see no face Bitches on knees in a methhead trance While I count my sins and she drop her pants Every bag I bless, every line I mark Got a hex in the cut and a demon’s spark Ain’t no priest, I preach with a blade— And my cult stay lit off the shit I made [Bridge] D**d girl twitchin’ in the methlab tub Said she saw God, then she threw up b***d I baptized her in codeine mist While a stripper read verses from a k**l list Tried to snitch? Get the wax-mouth stitch Tongue in a jar, now your voice don’t glitch This ain’t trap—it’s a holy rite Where we f**k, get high, and forget the light [Outro] So come get blessed in the trailer of pain Where the glass is clean but the soul’s in chains It’s Burlap’s church and the gospel’s raw— And the sacraments come with a f***l draw.