They think they bring that pain
Blood stain, your slain, your brain
Not relying on the light no more
Your eyes it's my paradise, your
In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise
Ill cut your thtroat, chop your head and pluck out your eyes,
My records sell, yes sir
Your on fire.. your on fire
Leave your running to your mamma,
Lucky seven probably poppa
Fuck your prison, fuck your life
Before we see it's hard to live
Playing field ain't levelling the lane
Where's your wealth? where's your fame?
Witnessing what i did for d.c. though
Fucking him like my gf emmy eya-eya o
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