gun is fucking calling me.
Every day I wake up, with this fucking headick.
I believe in science but dont trust no fucking medic.
I dont get shit for what I do, so whats the point of rolling credit.
With the finger on the trigger, you stay steady, but unleash the demond
and you run amok like philip and fredrick.
Im an addict, a onelife fucking hiter,
called the madmic, a oneline fucking spiter.
Its kind of like the cheapsmack, running trough your vain,
speed it up with hydro, too smoke your favourite strain.
Enyojing the last seconds with the gun to my head, now Im sex feet under,
and my words will never reach the dead..
SLUTSKRIV