Текст песни DEATH OF KANINE - Murdok Kaine

Drop a dead body
Seeing red like im a fucking zombie
Tommy on my hip i hit a bitch we going kamikaze
Crashing into flames but seeing blue like im a fucking nazi
Lames they copy no kakashi, rock lee blunts they kicking spilffs they know karate
Lock me in the coffin, coughing blood my body rotten
Call me oddy nuff the gloss of blood is flooding up my conscious
I light another blunt to get me numb
Gon run up? Keep the shotty tucked i fill you up with lead 0.7 in this fucking blunt
I send you straight to heaven seven reverends in my fucking trunk
Commencing Armageddon chopping pussy boys to fucking chunks
Yeah, Lucy be that gremlin, uzis in the two-seat for a punk

Gon buckle up
My knuckles rust
I trust in none but all the blunts that im stuffing up
Im loving them, nothing comes close when im numbing up
Rash in my throat and i feel it just clumping up
Smoking Kanine he done cried when i cut him up
Snorting no lines but my money stay rolling up
Coping in slums like a bum when it comes to depression im losing im shooting the gun
Cutting my arm, what I praise in these songs is just self sabotage

Jumping back in
Pistol packing, money stacking (yuh)
Hoes on my phone got too many its tragic, i'm
Hoping they don't get to close it ain't lasting
Stuffing Kanine ashes this the 5th blunt that im packing hoe
Fuck local blowing global coast to coast im ghosting hoes like im Chernobyl

Thermal on my scope im smoking your circle put em in my herb
Sipping no purple take rips from the bong and im yelling "fuck god!"
Middle finger to church
Fucking my liver with liquor and swishers im starting to shiver i think imma burst
Blacken my windows im ducking from widows yes its Mr.Willow I lurk in a hearse
Im cursed and im branded, emerging from branches the pain that im masking (ayy)
The burns everlasting im casting the masses, I trap em in caskets (ayy)
These pussies ain't trappin they sweet like molasses they fucking dramatic
Spliff on my lip and it's kicking like its raptors smoking on something i think is jurrastic

Smoking on [redacted] you heard me what happen?
Big KGK till the day that im passing
Choke on this 30 I turn you to fractions
Popping no 30s I think i would panic
Rob me i'll catch you and send you malebolge
Gun to your head imma give you a mouthful
Killing Kanine with the nine he a coward
Killing my life every night im devoured