This is a song about "Dolls of pain"

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Your only chance to change is the hidden path of pain.

No sign of you anywhere, i felt a pain in my neck

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Tight nit group of thugs, dedicated to the cause of pain.

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

I'm the king of evilness, pain and maul

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

But we jus maintain with faint thoughts of having better pain

Time after time, again and again

Sleepin' on the floor of a tent in bitter pain.

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Mixed with pain, anger, and hateful rage, the essence of youth,