Your life, is all about weed.
All about d**, all about money.
You're such a empty bottle, filled up with a greed.
Take that blade, cut off your veins, watch them bleed.
Are you sure, you want to be me?
I'm such a ugly guy, but i'm gettin' what i need.
I hate stupid limits, i like to exceed.
Climbin' to the top, my mision is succeed.
Destitution everywhere, everywhere.
Sooner or later, you'll be a hellish nice pair.
Your mission is the matter, life you decreed.
Your end is known, like A-B-C-D...
Do you know? Do you feel?
Your life is all you got, now your end is near.
Now he's comin', you can hear the sneer.
Your way was the money, absolutely wrong veer.
Your hands are bloody, in search for career.
You'll get your a** k**ed, like caursed deer.
You can hear the srceams, in your bones, fear.
You're body is infeceted, it can't be sheer.
You can't no longer hear, voices of dear.
Your pain, your tears, you must be compeer.
"LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA."
Im singin this song, in your room of cry.
Youre afraid Afraid to die.
Or afraid of not going in paradise.
Youre welcome, welcome my son.