Slickity Sloth the butcher creeping through with that mystic style Smoking on whatever Been a junkie since I was a child Everytime I think of death I start to gon and crack a smile Never gave no fuck about this life and that's me keeping it mild Killer gorilla maniac Put their ashes on my blunt The police keep hollering "Where they at?" Buried them in front the lawn The scarecrow with silent weapons I pull the trigger then disperse The bodies get dumped in acid so they have no need of a hearse
[Verse 2: Yung Plague]
Looking at the window like I'm staring at a television Smoking just to pass the time Slick had died and Christ has risen Listen to the sixes hissing Tipping crucifixes Missing pieces in my wrist it seems I'm sleeping Chest beating ceases Riding in the Cadillac with cataracts Lungs black and chapped Should have put a cap on those ashes Lacking in fashion Fuck getting cashed out bitch I'm lacking You're plastic, recyclable and everlastingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
