HAULT!
Rise to your feet with perfect posture
and precision, poundin poisin proper
I tried suicide once, or jeez, twice...
or three hundred and forty three times
with a bomb, barrel, and a bowl of lightning
got the reaper in the darkest corner... hiding
I got life as a canvas and bloods my paint
i'd draw u a picture, but realitys a mindstate
Theres a thousand words asshole, now take two
"Fuck You." You aint taught me shit but to hate you
Burn alive, avenge the aftermath of the kings horse
Fly into a flaming sun, what u think god gave u wings for?
Catch a foot to the face, die, ur the best of the worse
Slit ur wrists and wear ur pride as a stain on ur shirt
I've got a big face, demonic, with a misplaced onyx
I'll Make god a promise to overthrow him and spitshake on it
Fuck a peice of the pie, I get cake, honest
And eat it with my hands to show my ancestors homage