kabab

The bags on the table ain't for weight
They for body parts
Victim skin stretched across the wall
Call it body art
Bodies for the pile
Bring 'em out stacked on the dolly cart
Anybody out there ain't on drugs
Yeah they should probably start (smoke somethin')
This too real
Talkin' bout your life's a movie when the party start (turn up)
But you ain't pick a genre little bitch
That wasn't hardly smart
The script was shit
Your third act really drags
The structure falls apart
So here the fixer ... read more