This is a song about "Slits"

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

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

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

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

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

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

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

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