GOTH GIRLS
(Verse 1: DOWN6)
Boots strapped, chains hung, rips along there jeans/
Pale skin, airs thin, getting hard to breathe/
Monster breath, crushed cans, would you pardon me-/
You should slam me down and drag the knife up on my arteries/

Fuck bitch, in the clique, smoking gas now/
Marecline style drip, im the cash cow/
Talk that shit, fuck a diss, we gon scrap now/
Bitches froze up when you see us on the track, wow/

Scares me shitless, when i look into my own reflection/
Punch the mirror, bloody knucles, cuts they got infected/
Shut the fuck up, stop the talking, always been rejected/
Snatch the needle, shove it in, it's my own injection/

I feel abused, but she still take my breath away/
Chrome chains and ropes, pain, and a little praise/
Shut the fuck up, ain’t no talking, that's my resume/
Tick tick, times up, you can't get away/
(G) Gargle Guts with Guns and ammo, at the Gate way/
(O) Obtain the Opioids, Offer those who weren’t Okay/
(T) Tick Tock, time is Tickin, race like Tay-k/
(H) mad no Hatter, with Hazy Huffs, it's my Hay-day/

(Verse 2: Froz)
Let there be Light, I hand out this L
All my life, anti-social, I stand out so well
I'mma shit on motherfuckers like lax in this meal
You don't ride with a squad, you on COD 12
It's a tragedy
Lost cause, my mans
Mindset in a gutter, thought wrong, my mans
All I hear is talk, talk, “wah, wah,” my mans
I've been Twitchy from the crib, where the hell is my ban?
Yessir
My writing is Kato
Smacking the shit out these bitches like Kratos
Say what you mean I can't body a paperboy
Least that's a way for a message and making noise
I don’t give a fuck ‘bout disruption
You seen on the block, and it’s chopping, concussions
Spit on his grave, shout out Jennifer Hills
Bitch, I rip out that cig, place a pen in his grill
On god