Hi
Scars, in you, son
You [bad word] it off
Except that you don’t

Better, it surely
It don’t fall out
Said,
I live low
I lisp, I die
Sugar shooting
Bled with deadbeats
Only crawl
So your sad eyes
Quite christian
Blood

Drop it, it’s dead
We drop it
And took the body home
Sad eyes

Scars, I’m chopping dagger
See you’ll never walk
Only stagger.
Sad eyes
Quite christian
Blood