This is a song about "The man behind the slaughter"

I hope that the man behind that mask would come out from the glass/

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Electric relaxation, people's travel started the slaughter,

When the present so powerful where the hour seem longer

You can search but you'll never find

Stop hiding behind the blind

Humanty hiding behind the aggression,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Tell tmz i'mma take him to the slaughter house

And the hugs from behind

The glare makes me hard to find

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

War crimes, we sacrificial lambs for the slaughter