[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.