This is a song about "Slits"

Size 9 fly kicks

These fuckin hopeless slits

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Around kids. these fuckin hopeless slits on my wrists arnt doing anything why

Always biting his teeth, his outer lip was shrouded with countless slits

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

Young, naive, who slits his wrists, missiles hit to cock and shoot,

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

Sit, i said sit bitch, you fucking twitch and i'll pore salt in each of the slits i slit,

And now he's in a hospital with lots of slits across his wrists,

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

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

Always biting his teeth, his outer lip was shrouded with countless slits

And slits this bitches neck! and her head takes a trip down

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around