*Alleged Lyrics*
[Verse]
Dead friends… the raps of a pack ends
Suicide note of my friends
Death of the trend
Spend, top of the charts slipping
Missing the evident, please
Evidence, rap, arrogance
Who to amuse?
Simply the definite
f*ck my deficits
Love, drugs, hugs
Lyrics with cold killers
And bloody f*cking rugs
Hate in your heart
With this pistol it’s f*cking tempting
Middle finger pedestrians
With rap b*tches and lesbians