Sunshine

Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder

Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder

Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder

Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder

Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder

Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder

Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder

Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder






$lickity- $lickity $loth the butcher creepin' through with that mystic style

Smokin' on whatever, been a junkie since I was a child

Every time I think of death, I start to grin and crack a smile

Never gave no fuck about this life—and that's me keepin' it mild

Killer gorilla, maniac, put they ashes on my blunt

The police keep hollerin', "where they at?"

Buried them in front the lawn

The $carecrow with silent weapons, I pull the trigger and disperse

The bodies get dumped in acid, so they have no need of a hearse






Lookin' at the window like I'm staring at a television

Smoking just to pass the time

$lick had died, and Christ has risen

Listen to the sixes hissing, tipping crucifixes

Missin' pieces in my wrist, it seems I'm sleepin', chest beatin' ceases

Ridin' in the Cadillac with cataracts, lungs black and chapped

Should have put a cap on those ashes, lackin' in fashion

(Fuck—) Getting cashed out, bitch, I'm lackin'

You're plastic, recyclable and everlasting, uh






Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder

Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder

Murder, mo' murder, mo' murder