
Date of issue: 14.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sunshine |
Slickity Sloth the butcher creeping through with that mystic style |
Smoking on whatever |
Been a junkie since I was a child |
Everytime I think of death I start to grin and crack a smile |
Never gave no fuck about this life and that's me keeping it mild |
Killer gorilla maniac |
Put their ashes on my blunt |
The police keep hollering "Where they at?" |
Buried them in front the lawn |
The scarecrow with silent weapons I pull the trigger and disperse |
The bodies get dumped in acid so they have no need of a hearse |
Looking at the window like I'm staring at a television |
Smoking just to pass the time |
Slick had died and Christ has risen |
Listen to the sixes hissing |
Tipping crucifixes |
Missing pieces in my wrist it seems I'm sleeping |
Chest beating ceases |
Riding in the Cadillac with cataracts |
Lungs black and chapped |
Should have put a cap on those ashes |
Lacking in fashion |
Fuck getting cashed out bitch |
I'm lacking |
You're plastic, recyclable and everlasting |
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