Death [Interlude] lyrics

by

Zen


[Interlude]
He's not the type that deserves hell
(Who do you think does?)
The worst people... the twisted and demented psychos who kill people for pleasure, the cannibals, the degenerate bast*rds that molest and torture little kids... kill babies, the Hitlers, the Pol Pots; those are the evil f*cks that deserve to die-- not my nephew
(What about you?)

[Verse 1: MD]
Off top, tryna make some history before my heart stop
Mom's worried I'mma leave, and get my heart shot
With my hoody up, I know we're living difficult indeed
On this planet, death and taxes guaranteed
So I shatter glass up on my face, pretty sure I'm not alone
I know everybody's got a broken frame

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