The Dread Wulf

[Heth Lee (李)]

 

The Full Moon that’s bright, the precipitous, the Fall. 
 
With December having my back, the Silver Pack, the Call. 
 
For you, the MTV Unplugged, to be trapped in the box. 
 
And you think the Fox has your back? 
 
And ur addicted to crack, with the plastic bag, you keep getting tricked. 
 
You end up with fentanyl, she’s thin, you pretend you don’t like setting the paper plate on the hip. 
 
And you think ur Crip, at the tip, the tip of the tongue. 
 
Back to the cash, she's young, to foresee the ghoul. 
 
And you can’t stand that the bitch uses you as tool. 
 
To be played for a fool, the J.T., to always “Be Cool.” 
 
With you, the “Mask,” ur trapped in the past.