MASSACRE

95 + 4 and you get 99 lives that i own, you can see it in my eyes back to the '99, the year they shot up columbine with weapons they'd buy and shine under the table you can see them crying looking at their friends while their bodies lying right in front of them like its a motherfucking konga line like the line i snorted to get geeked, fucked up, high i dont wanna die, but ill bring back those good old times you know i wouldnt lie ill shoot you first, turn around and see them curse wannabe thugs running around tryna steal some purses you think you bad, im so much worse wanna join me in a hearse you cant transverse, this plan rehearsed put you in the dirt, soul off this earth explore the universe as it occurs to be the end of your verse im on the verge of immersing myself in birth like a church but i gotta finish first you know i kept my word thats another shot you heard youll be up there with them birds and with me when i smoke them herbs ill end up dead too i heard "police" so now ill join you we together in the ground like some shoes as my anger grew i set up the rouse and the noose, shooting drinking booze i cant move, guess i gotta choose what im gonna do, i guess ill sing them blues hear them pews, its like a zoo and im on the news my brains ooze, i know that its rude and its crude see the bruise while im on a cruise to hell i hope youre in there too