This is a song about "Vital rumors"

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

Cause people are vital so that monsters are fed

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Waking up and wishes they die.all because of societies lies and rumors.

Severin ur vital organs,no stains,i flow like cynide thru ur veins,

Cause even the best here are playing possum,and it also lighting and rains

I'm talking rumors and fucking anger if haven't caught on,

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

And these shots are vital,take your final,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Bad mouthing people,it was ma' illness. spreadin' rumors,they can't keep the stillness.

I'll finger punch ur vital organs

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

You all basic starting rumors but it aint hard to trace it