Killed him all white benzo Told him if he wanted to meet god he could if he wanta stare right down the barrel of the pistol Only you can choose the fate of fake inside your head no permission Ya u weak and fulla satan Always hated U know u never meant to U know u suffered the penalty falling behind the other end of the pistol Spat on like a bitch pussy lips now that be your initials a laughing stock Load the glock rush the school before the clock turns pain burns light the fire in your heart explodin like fire works extinguished now a blur just to get u back to where u started I heard a rumor from the nark miss bitch start shit hold the phone and die bitch Mr mr missin all the classes Slappin asses in the back of class while I’m trippin off of acid Ya watchu kno abt me What Killed him all white benzo Told him if he wanted to meet god he could if he wanta stare right down the barrel of the pistol Only you can choose the fate of fake inside your head no permission