This is a song about "Nim dead kids"

Boom! now that she is dead

Finding more light to shed

And speak to suburban kids

While scheming on hits

Into all the innocent kids,

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

You all should be fukn dead

I respect that you don't know yet

Like night of the living dead

So if i do call it's just a check

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Now im looking a little kids thinking what about the little kids

If not we're practically dead

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

That's boa, see that's my set

Do you want to end up dead?!