GUILLOTINE, Pt. II

Yeah, yeah, yeah, tell a lot of shit, ah, yeah, yeah

Tell a lot of shit, fuck

Yeah, yeah, aye fuck

So the guillotine swings

There is more to death

Than a life of dishonour

Furthermore my friend

You can't keep on counting the cards that you're dealt

Your a warlord, yeah?

You pulling up in a four door, yeah?

Yeah you gonna keep on talking, yeah?

Well I want more and it's not boring, yeah

Fucking running out of motherfuckers talking shit

Muppy never pause, I'm important, bitch

Wanna get into my head, I'm absorbing it

Better forfeit quick

Kicking away at your door, you prick

You're guilty for treason

You lie to yourself, ah

The walls started leaking

The truth will come out

The truth will come out

Ragh, motherfucker

(Yeah, yeah)

Ha-ha-ha, ough

Aye, yeah

Guillotine

Yeah, yeah

Guillotine