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