Ignatia Amara

I'm feeling f**d up

I do not trust her

I bring the thunder

Why do I suffer

Switchblade stomping on the feet

May day open up the coffin got the key

Always wheezing coughing bout to vomit

On the street

Pop a tab of acid now I'm stomping on the beat

Ima die slow

Feeling like a ripped throat

Walking on the rope

Let it go to the cold

Breathe slow with the flow

Walking to the hangman show

With the crowds in the rows

And the birds be the crows

You came to flip on the gang

I came with boots and a chain

I stomp em I'm looking at brains