I pray to god I don't have to catch a body
I pray to god my cousin beat this case for a body
load my pistol up and hope they don't try me
browski just died so now I'm dropping foes
pain in my heart so I'm slicing my wrist letting blood flow
starting to hate living again so I'm filling the bowl up with dro
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