[TWENTYTHREE]
[?] leave me crossed
I still can't hang around you motherfuckers
Rope around my throat
I'll decompose I'm next to all the others
Dead
Run up you can find me in the ground
Running with the tool weapons down
Still I'll never sleep but I can't wake up
Dead bodies don't make a sound
Never need the story bout the action
You a fake
Nothing go my way
I will take it to my grave
[?] meet your face
Eat the blade
Lucid triple 7
Bring the plague

Moving the plague
Promise that nobody
Near us is safe
I cannot be saved
Wasting away
Bodies decay
Rest with the weak bitch
I've been up for days
Fuck
Back on the [?]
Weep through another
Give way while I roll
Hate in my heart
Drugs in the system
Leave me up [?]
Motherfucker I'll miss them
[Sℒen]
Never show your filthy fucking face here again
You will never sadly know the motherfucking grace
If you understand slowly close your fucking eyes
You don't talk on [?] it's my motherfucking right