First go get my mother, tell her that I killed my father, and as far as future feuding
Well we'll figure out tomorrow
Face it life's forever fading, figure dead but not so hollow
When your knife is full of backs, then the back is where you'll wallow
Touching on the artifacts of death has broken minds, and I know it seems I've lost the plot
It happens in due time
When my father rides his way to hell, he looks up with one eye to ask me one last f*cking
Question, not a question but a cry
Okay you think you're hot shit-it, well hop up in my whi-dip, and let us hop skip hot bitch Glock fidgets
Well hold on wait a minute, well something's feeling different, but I'm just gonna tell you that I really don't care
Darkness in my vision, the light was always missing, steady my convictions and I don't play fair
Harking back to distant tones, they weren't shifting, losses were forgiving but they hurt mon frère
I don't know you, you don't know me
I don't know you, you don't know me
Curse's got my brother, before that I killed my father
So as far as future feuding, we all see it's no tomorrow
Face it, life's forever fading, figure failure is what follows
If a sun(son) is left to burn, then what's to stop him from Apollo
Touching on the artifacts of life, will loose time, and you probably heard this all before
But this is do or die
I asked him one last f*cking question, and the question wasn't right
I asked him, how much evil power do you get from sacrifice
FUCK!