Who the fuck do you think you are? and why the fuck would i care? i don't know you, and i don't want to. you aren't my fucking peers. you drew the
Open up your eyes, look at your lives. cut up on a bible and divided into lines. snorted one by one at a fucking time by rich politicians with no
Your rhetorical vomit is a dying language that drowns out the voice of the manipulated, downplays the suffering of buried nameless, and keeps us confined
Thank god for this sort of humiliation for always letting me know my place: knee deep in problems i create. knee deep in feelings i can't make subside
Congratulations motherfucker. you've won this year's award for "biggest sack of shit i've ever shared oxygen with" you're too fucking dumb to be ignored
Now we officially deserve everything we've got coming our way. WE'RE COMPLETELY FUCKED! the people have spoken. the asshole is chosen. we can't
You're gonna die alone in no ones arms but your fucking own. i hope i'm there to laugh at you. is your precious ego still bruised? that's right,
camo, we're ready to handle And no this war was not scripted, can't change the channel We canceling all subscriptions, this is the last issue When the casket
like a holocall On the call to get all the rip off the Adimin To break a tip off the other men Did we bury the men Cause I'm gonna carry the man In the
York Till I lace my and1 show 'em how to run in New York They tryin to take me downtown put me under the court Cuz Joe Buddens told 'em I carry a gun
close the casket in the drama I leave all the fucking fools instead of drama [Chorus] Knightowl, stick stone, I break my bone But the gun that I carry
looking happy, don't make me Take your sweet sixteen and turn the ants into a sugar daddy You need a quilt to carry like I need a bitch to marry I pilt
the difference between my spirit and the man that deceives The imperial to the masses, imperialistic fashions Titaniums and plastics, alkalines and acids From the cradle to the casket
Strait Murder! This Is Mixtape Murder,Mixtape Murder-Mixtape Murder!!! -Its Street-Sweeper To The Death On You Bastards When I Die Put A Street-Sweeper In My Casket
Times are gettin hectic, people gettin drastic Follow certain niggas, I'ma see you in a casket Me, I'm a believer, yes, in self-preservation Waitin on
it be an out of state nigga tried to murder me? I should've stayed in Job Corp, but now I'm a outlaw Ray Cartegna, carry a fo'-fo' nigga [Chorus:] (
And get your jack on, sometimes you get blown away You wanna live in fear but it's tragic An innocent child in another closed casket [L.V.] I'm thinkin
lycanthrope life is cloaked in darkness, watch us knife the pope or any other faggot catholic bastard caught raping children kill them and gas the casket
