This is a song about "Every soul shall taste death"

Like a freddy krueger with better music taste

Said i'm just tryna do this quick like make haste

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

With every word you speak, he or she shall agree

Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade,

Where every recipient, property of the state

But they sold jello in the paint

And this is only a taste

I shall but love thee better after death.

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Death from exposure, submit your soul to torture, stuck with no closure.

Never will you survive if you ever rhyme for a poser

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

Shall it be that this beautiful land will

Death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be anymore pain: for the

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga