Sunshine

Murder, murder, mo' murder, mo' murder, murder, mo' murder mo'

Murder, murder, mo' murder, mo' murder, murder, mo' murder mo'

Murder, murder, mo' murder, mo' murder, murder, mo' murder mo'

Murder, murder, mo' murder, mo' murder, murder, mo' murder mo'

Murder, murder, mo' murder, mo' murder, murder, mo' murder mo'

Murder, murder, mo' murder, mo' murder, murder, mo' murd'

Sick o' the, sick o' the sloth, a bunch o' creeper, broke

With them mystic styles

Smokin' on whatever, been a junkie since I was a child

Every time I think o' death, I start to grin and crack a smile

Never gave no fuck about this life and that's me keepin' it mild

Killer gorrila, maniac, put they ashes on my blunt

The police keep calling, where they at? Buried them in front the lawn

The scarecrow with silent weapons, I pull the trigger and disperse

The bodies get dumped in acid so they have no need a hearse

Lookin' out the window like I'm starin' at the television

Smokin' just to pass the time, Slick had died and Christ has risen

Listen to the sixes hissin', tippin' crucifixes missin'

Pieces in my wrist, it seems I'm sleepin', chest beatin' ceases

Ridin' in the Cadillac with cataracts, lung black and chapped

Shoulda put a cap in those ashes, lackin' them fashions

Fuck, gettin' crashed out, bitch, I'm lackin'

You're plastic recyclable and everlastin'

Murder, murder, mo' murder, mo' murder, murder, mo'