King of the Deadites

Never gave a fuck about the cash that they all promised me

I cut his throat for fun just to make his children watch em bleed

Thinking that you special cause you fed into the industry

Well you can catch the pistol grip before they ship me overseas

International

Terrorist

With the wrist slit

I can only hope

They send me to the mother land

Screaming cheeki breeki

While I blow the head off a Ukrainian

I ain't pickin sides

I just like to watch the souls slide

Dead of night

Creepin like a fucking deadite

Pick a fight

Whipping out my mother fucking knife

Slice right

You can tell my father taught me right

Fuck this mic

And fuck your life

I'm just tryna stay alive