This is a song about "Slits"

These fuckin hopeless slits

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

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

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

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

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

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

A rocker kid, you in the hospital, and got a lot of slits,

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