[Intro: Sexy Sadie (Backmasked)]
[Goretex is Satanic, cinataS si, cinataS si!]

[Chorus: Sexy Sadie]
This time I'm not gonna make it
This hold on me's getting deeper
It's so cold I am better off dead
Walls closing in, please kill me
This time I'm not gonna make it
This hold on me's getting deeper
It's so cold I am better off dead
Walls closing in, please kill me

[Verse 1: Goretex]
Mind is a desert, sorting through old pictures of letters
Portraits of people are buried in cemeteries in sweaters
The legendary young G, I used to hang with the convent
My pops fucked up his marriage cause he was banging his cousin and trafficking coke
My little homie Max, he caught scars
He got mowed down, dragged three-hundred feet under a fucking car
Industrial brooms to sweep up the blood
Picking up his teeth I couldn't see his grill, it was stuck
Retarded, never made it back to school, it's real to a coffin
My Uncle Bernie had his bitch killed for stealing his fortune
Blazin' it wig, I remember the pain in the crib was often
Ever since then I've been lost 'cause now I'm big in extortion
[Chorus: Sexy Sadie]
This time I'm not gonna make it
This hold on me's getting deeper
It's so cold I am better off dead
Walls closing in, please kill me
This time I'm not gonna make it
This hold on me's getting deeper
It's so cold I am better off dead
Walls closing in, please kill me

[Verse 2: Goretex]
Pain killers, shrooms and smoke
Hexagrams and cloaks
Witches' tits, this clique surrender, we salute the Goat
Twenty years up in the hood, I know the do's and don'ts
I buried my homie, you're polo gassing or they could vote
It's like purgatory, the ghost of my crib be acting spiteful
Rules to my keys, taking the TV off when the lights to
Moving things used to be skeptic until I seen their wings
Seventy-two hours to live, the mothership of all kings
We get stabbed, dreamt about being on tour with rap
'84 Pumas, increased leaves with airbrushed caps
Pure militants with visions, no escape like Dillinger
I renaissance spit in our face, methods for killing ya

[Chorus: Sexy Sadie]
This time I'm not gonna make it
This hold on me's getting deeper
It's so cold I am better off dead
Walls closing in, please kill me
This time I'm not gonna make it
This hold on me's getting deeper
It's so cold I am better off dead
Walls closing in, please kill me