This is a song about "Noxian guillotine"

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

But i'll be crushing your head in-between cupboards,

See, i like the person that you are

With intent to commit murder

Grow older, closer to death.

I can taste the salt from my tears

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

That ll make u sneeze weak in the knees/and give you a permanent

It's a permanent solution to a temporary problem

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

I am not the guy that you wanna cross

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

I felt a butcher knife slash at one of my thighs

As your family dies, and my family rise