slow death

Текст песни pasteldrip - slow death

Yeah I'm posted with the cutter
Now the cutter cutting through
You's a dead ma' fucka'
Bleed out the bullets passin' you

If i don't get my money
I'll come for you
I love the blood
Misery, misery

I don't got no type
And i put that on my life
Now don't you ever think you're alive
Cause you're fucking dead ha!

Slow death!

If I don't get my money
I'll come for you
I love the blood
Misery, misery

I don't got no type
And I put that on my life
Now don't you ever think you're alive
Cause you're fucking dead ha!