Do You Believe in God?

One, two, Freddy's coming for you

Three, four, better lock your door

Five, six, grab your crucifix

Seven, eight, gonna stay up late

Nine, ten, never sleep—

FUCKTHEPOPULATION

(Aye, aye, aye, aye)

Pulling up with the pump (yeah!)

Slugs that'll make you slumped

Drugs always keep me numb

Wake up in the morning just to pop some

Bitch, it's FUCKTHEPOPULATION

Bodies in my basement

Lord of the forsaken, watching bitches fornicating (shit!)

Lucifer, Beelzebub, Satan

Triple six be my language

Smoking on something that's flagrant

Shooting up something that's tainted

Raindrops cover my dreadlocks

Mood 21 Savage, that Red Opps

Might get my face tatted with a tear drop

Shell-shocked leaving bodies on the sidewalk

Six days 'til my death, on the seventh let me be

Lower level dwelling, now the devil rocking FTP

Ruby setting trends but in the end, he wants his breath to cease

Leopard print all on his body, body hanging off the Sphinx

Ruby got a plan involving firestorms thinning out the herd

Ruby got a plan to see the locusts swarm, poisoning the dirt

Ruby going to find his death and flirt

Ruby got his motherfucking heart torn, cut up into thirds

Ruby got a broken oath he once swore, take him back to church

Ruby bloody fist up her skirt