There are no typical murderers, some plan their crimes meticulously, while others kill on impulse
Fucked up shit happens in the world every day
But all you're worried about is your warm bed
"Did you find something to eat son, did you find something to warm up?"
Motherfucker, you don't appreciate this in a world of starving children
Much more
Than the thicker dicks inside of your girl
I'm the same as everyone from the Green Grove
I grew up where there was poverty
And grew up on my Grandmother's pension and social help
While you were fed gold, me and my guys started slowly killing ourselves
Hops, Malted
After we tried mixtures, and then injections
How I got out I can talk about for a while, but
I won't ruin my warm bed with coldness
It's a waste of time to explain to an idiot about it
So I'd rather just grab us knives
We'll cut your throats running down the floors
Fucked up shit happens in the world every day
But all you're worried about is your warm bed
Fucked up shit happens in the world every day
But all you're worried about is your warm bed
Fucked up shit happens in the world every day
But all you're worried about is your warm bed
Fucked up shit happens in the world every day
But all you're worried about is your warm bed
Fucked up shit happens in the world every day
But all you're worried about is your warm bed, bitch
Face! Ay!
Hate Love! Br-r-ra!
Green Grove, Iremel gang shit