Police wonder, when will it all end?
How many more children will collapse
and die in a hail of gunfire?
And how many more little ones
Minister, grand dragon body baggin'
these dead flowers ain't living
Psycho like no other motherfucker, so
I'm sick of all these suckers,
my mind spinning in swirls
Impregnate your body with slugs
they connected when bullets ejected
expected for my ass to shoot it
I swallow bullets for fun
powder shit, call me holotip
Little slug hate, life living ain't no love
I ain't no heart in my body
So I'm quick to pull the shot of
And murder your body foul
Mama, I murdered your child
Smoking no dead flowers, my
It's a bit fire in the red beam
Your life just expired, I'm repossessing
Got caught with intent to deliv
I'm playing true confessions
I shoot the cone and let him
Psychotic, real life product
We play for keeps, symptoms,
Murder your ass in your sleep
No therapy, so I'm out to
Mental migraine still gon' lock
So now I'm out to destroy any
Cause I'm down with dead boy
Carbon copy ass motherfuckin'
Yeah, I'm comin' through this bitch
I don't really wanna feel like I feel but to still
be calling my name and it's a shame
Bloody butcher knife still
Niggas be smiling in my face
Toe tag to body bag, your momma cry
no escapes from player hates
Real life, real life, yellin',
English, and drug sellin'
Oak choppin', hip hoppin',
pissin' on dead flowers and
There are more flowers than there
is apparently room at the altar
There are more questions than
In the service, the priest urged the
parents to find their comfort in
those many questions have no answers.