I'll put a live rat in yo ass an let the shit dig its way out, strap you down to one of the operate'in tables, an slowly poke an quick jab u wit them long thereuputic needles. Lower the table to the ground and let pitbulls eat the rest of you out of the straps.
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)