(Hello
And welcome everyone
To the mustape
Brought to you by none other than mustdite himself
Would you like to say hello mustdite?)
Whats up bitch yeah whats up bitch
Why you f*cking silent?
They say my shit is scary
Yeah they say my shit is violent
I rip the stitch I talk my shit
Why you f*cking crying?
The way these pussies bicker
You would think they need a violin
My
Wav.s
Come
Straight
From
The asylum
You dumb pussies lack
Personality should try some (yeah)
Hate on me they hate on me
They need some flavor bite some
Ima fly their pelts in the sky
Like a kite son
Never understand they never will
That mustdite is emotion
Make yo f*cking ears bleed
Yeah I like to start commotion
(Bleed)
I like to make them bitches bleed
Feedem to the crow
Blow they brains out
Say no more
Democracy more like illusion of choice (yeah)
Your vote dont mean a thing
Say it with yo chest yo voice (yeah)
Day by day
We are capitalist live stock
We work to consume
The abused yeah we get mocked
I'm out my mind cant give a shit
My bitch shoot too she keep a stick
This the land of the bitch
This the land of the
Corps ran by filthy rich
Consume the poor and make them sick
We oughta puttem in a stich
We oughta puttem in a stich