smoke lines on my face from the cigarettes always burning combination of the drugs and the chronic got me slurring it's that don't fear no busta 187 a sucka kill a motherfucker climbing out of nothing me love to kill a rat me smoking on a sack turn me into psychopath chomp chomp eat another xan me don't fear no man that can bleed like i can rag on my face like i am taliban this lean is the ocean and i am the sandman hold up let me glo up ruby with the stance while my eyes steady rolling oozing get the bands while i stick up and i hold em screaming "fuck the man" when the middle fingers go up that redrum that redrum written all on my bedroom
[Verse 2: The $uicidal $hepherd]
i been picking flies off the eyelids of sinners' kids coming to claim your religion opinion formed by television never listen to the voices inside of your fucking head i died and now i'm dead what is life when you're in debt yo the reaper? fuck a hole dig deeper whether it is in the ground or spread apart by bitch's fingers let me linger hook, line, and sinker trained by the teacher raped by the preacher not saved by the leader put a blade to his neck told him "run away and never look back. that's a threat" then i turned to the flock and said "you're no longer oppressed" but they follow me anyway never taught to think for themselves belt tied around my neck i'm the $uicidal $hepherd $now Leopard bounce a check hot boy bitch i'm peppered never gave a fuck what i bitch boy got to say he can never levitate from out his motherfucking graveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
