Eulogy

Lyrics

[Intro: Sexy Sadie (Backmasked)] [Goretex is Satanic, cinataS si, cinataS si!] [Chorus: Sexy Sadie] This time I'm not gonna make it This hold on me's getting deeper It's so cold I am better off dead Walls closing in, please kill me This time I'm not gonna make it This hold on me's getting deeper It's so cold I am better off dead Walls closing in, please kill me [Verse 1: Goretex] Mind is a desert, sorting through old pictures of letters Portraits of people are buried in cemeteries in sweaters The legendary young G, I used to hang with the convent My pops fucked up his marriage 'cause he was banging his cousin and trafficking coke My little homie Max, he caught scars He got mowed down, dragged three-hundred feet under a fucking car Industrial brooms to sweep up the blood Picking up his teeth, I couldn't see his grill, it was stuck Retarded, never made it back to school, it's real to a coffin My Uncle Bernie had his bitch killed for stealing his fortune Blazin' up wig, I remember the pain in the crib was often Ever since then I've been lost 'cause now I'm big in extortion [Chorus: Sexy Sadie] This time I'm not gonna make it This hold on me's getting deeper It's so cold I am better off dead Walls closing in, please kill me This time I'm not gonna make it This hold on me's getting deeper It's so cold I am better off dead Walls closing in, please kill me [Verse 2: Goretex] Painkillers, shrooms and smoke Hexagrams and cloaks Witches' tits, this clique surrender, we salute the Goat Twenty years up in the hood, I know the do's and don'ts I buried my homie, you're polo gassing or they could vote It's like purgatory, the ghost of my crib be acting spiteful Rules to my keys, taking the TV off when the lights to Moving things used to be skeptic until I seen their wings Seventy-two hours to live, the mothership of all kings We get stabbed, dreamt about being on tour with rap '84 Pumas, increased leaves with airbrushed caps Pure militants, with visions, no escape like Dillinger I renaissance spit in our face, methods for killing ya [Chorus: Sexy Sadie] This time I'm not gonna make it This hold on me's getting deeper It's so cold I am better off dead Walls closing in, please kill me This time I'm not gonna make it This hold on me's getting deeper It's so cold I am better off dead Walls closing in, please kill me