h3:11 prod. Minimum Wade
grave digging,
these bitches watching the hour glass
I shoot my kids in this bitch
I call that a power blast
I should start a class
Teach these bitches how to rap
But first,
Let me talk about Hunter Biden
How he smoke crack
And worse he be posing naked with little girls
And the media hide that shit from the whole world
You gotta know,
that these corporations,
they made to kill
and the government is ran
by a bunch of corporate shills
Perform covert mass genocide
You can guess,
We the ones that foot the bill
Vote for Trump, nigga
That’s the only option
It’s either that
Or continue to watch the bodies droppin
From that fentanyl,
it’s cause we left our borders open
And they wonder why?
all these addicts are fucking croakin
This is realer than real, nigga
You know the deal
Fucking bitches
And popping pills
That’s their whole spiel
We the ones they wanna kill
Lay the bodies all up on the ground
This is a slave empire
People born with no soul
It’s why the populace declining
No way outta this hell
No way outta this hell
No way outta this hell
We screaming
We crying for help
But only the devil can hear
Like a spider
Crawl up in your ear
Lay eggs all up in your brain
Think you’re in control
But you’re insane
Blindly in love with this pain
We gon turn this bitch to ukraine
We gon drop the nukes with no planes
Balloons dropping nukes
Make the sonic boom
Too fast to stop the shit
I’m sorry we’re just fucking doomed
Better off blasting to the fucking moon
The only chance you’ll get to survive the high noon
But then, You’ll die from no water or food
They take
Life after life
They take
Life after life
They make us
Happy to die
They make us
Happy to die
They make us
Happy to die
They make us
Happy to die