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Get Dead Or Die Trying - The Rotted
Disposed and cast aside I'm out on the street
No shirt on my back no shoes on my feet
I'm not the victim
I'm the one that's to blame
Never repented or tried to change
This is the life I've chosen it's who I am
A muttering imbecile with a spliff and a can
As I bring up black matter
They look on repulsed
Spilling my cider as my body convulses
20 Bensons and a bottle of White Lightning
I'm gonna get dead or I'm gonna die trying
No will to stop or intention of abstaining
A drink of this quality for me's life sustaining
Pure golden nectar trickling over my tongue
Filthy grey smoke coats my tumor filled lungs
Drenched in my own sick
Blood sh*t and piss
Shivering in terror I await the next hit
As I bring up black matter
They look on repulsed
Spilling my cider as my body convulses
20 Bensons and a bottle of White Lightning
I'm gonna get dead or I'm gonna die trying
For emetic substances I crave and I hunger
But I'm beaten to a pulp
Left to rot in the gutter
20 Bensons and a bottle of White Lightning
I'm gonna get dead or I'm gonna die trying
As I bring up black matter
They look on repulsed
Spilling my cider as my body convulses
20 Bensons and a bottle of White Lightning
I'm gonna get dead or I'm gonna die trying
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