Certain death
Never rest when there's nothing left
I was blessed with a curse that I must infest all the pussy motherf*ckers that been frontin'
Understand they f*cking fake-depressed
Take the test to realize you ain't the best
Just another dick rider licking taint for press
Grave open
No hoping
They laid to rest
I done paid my dues to the pain, the stress
You made the mess
Now lay up in a glade of flesh
(This is the sound that you hear when you die)
(This is the sound that you hear when you die)
BLEGH
BLEH
This is the sound that you hear when you die
This is the sound that you hear when you die