This is a song about "Sparta left unhealthy boys to die"

I'll meet you in the sky

Now its your turn to die

Why do people have to die

Dreamin on a lullaby

Let me mine you until your vagina is wet enough and fill your mind with pleasant thoughts

Three of my boys i failed to protect , one word springs to mind , man kind , calls

Leaving them to die in spite

And if i want to go outside

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

No beastie boys, i don’t need no license to be ill.

Enemies right outside, everyday i'm ready to die./

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

Leaving her behind i admit left me wishing i would die.