like suicide with a shotgun [Chorus] I'm tryin' to pick up the pieces Keep cuttin' my hands When I put it back together, it's feces In a permanent Hell
cops shoot civilians Vendors rap stars wall street billions Donald Trump shotgun pumps illegal store fronts Dollar fifty dutches, af one's and dunks Skyscrapes
suicide with a shotgun [Chorus] I'm tryin' to pick up the pieces Keep cuttin' my hands When I put it back together, it's feces In a permanent Hell I
from their waist He dips into an alley, paramedics climb the stair case Bullets find a place in his back, he pounds the church door Tires squeel, he falls ina priest's
shit When I jumped on the track like rainbow and spit This party's goin to hell with blunts to the def Yak and a [????] while he's wavin guns to his chest
secretary She's a scenester She's a scenester She's a scenester She's a scenester She's a scenester She's a scenester She's a scenester She's a scenester
a little kid taught to follow Jesus Get to the front of the line I'm bein' lead by elitists So when I speak words that I don't mean It's like I'm only
in her [Cage] She's scared to leave him, convinced somehow she really needs him Back in New York her prison of pain and Billy's freedom Holdin' her baby
last six months [Yak Ballz:] Yo the freak show veteran, bad to the skeleton I heard he's in the weatherman-oh god it's them again [Cage:] A weatherman
[Verse One] A cold day in hell I feel good At least I feel as good as real feels if real even feels good I think back to being a kid and getting my ass