me and my daughter await the order to crawl over the wall and fall into absolved praying hard that we're slaughtered for a cause
cuz last night this asswhipe hit the hashpipe and killed lil Tash with a teary laugh at Van Dyke
Damn, I'd take the bad pipe just for a chance for my daughter to dance in the romant-ic sad light
and die proper outta the eye of a mobster who finds his crimes to climb cult lines chalk out-lined his mama and papa to the soundtrack of crying opera he'd grab a nine and a popper and pop them until she's lying facedown in a pile of his mama's pasta