*Alleged Lyrics*

[Verse]
Dead friends… the raps of a pack ends
Suicide note of my friends
Death of the trend
Spend, top of the charts slipping
Missing the evident, please
Evidence, rap, arrogance
Who to amuse?
Simply the definite
Fuck my deficits
Love, drugs, hugs
Lyrics with cold killers
And bloody fucking rugs
Hate in your heart
With this pistol it’s fucking tempting
Middle finger pedestrians
With rap bitches and lesbians