What what
G49 motherf*cker
Garden City Bitch
Now I spit the venom in your face
No take backs
Pussy boy ill put you in your place
Don't forget that
Run and hide you're never f*cking safe
Can't escape it
Without a trace there is no f*cking case
Motherf*cker
Running from the void
Relinquished from the state of mind
That you find, inside
Teething on the f*cking rind
Not so clever now
That your on the other f*cking side
Step back, bitch slap
We attack from behind
Trodden victims run to heresy
Blindly follow your hypocrisy
Snitches get stitches and so do the rest
Suffer in violence your better off dead
Broken soul, I'm breaking
Broken soul, I'm breaking
Broken in two, thanks to you
Broken soul, I'm breaking
Trodden victims run to heresy Blindly follow your hypocrisy
That rusted crown will only stain your skin A vain reminder of abhorrent sin