Sixth Sense, Brutality.

You guys got 5 senses but I got 6,

I be hearin’ voices and crackin’ necks like sticks (Crackkk)

Tastin’ the blood from the heart,

Feelin’ the knife cuttin’ you apart,

Smellin’ the rottin’ and hearin’ screams,

Starbucks girls complainin’ about heels,

People get handicapped while you pluck eyebrows,

If you come into your girls room during my porno get ready to get your brains shot out.

It’s kind of depressing lives ending and families tearing apart from constant shootings,

Mentally ill people abusin’ they’re husbands and wives,

Couples cheating resulting in suicide,

teens that broke up they’re first time

just can’t deal with it, they just give up on life,

Starting shootings and hanging with ropes,

People slitting they’re wrists,

People robbin’ people and joinin’ gangs,

Who cares about that shit?

Honestly you sound like a emo pacifist,

Who cares about slit wrists?

I do it to people all the time,

I did it on mine,

shootin’ people smackin’ them with beer bottles

In all of they’re throttles,

Screw taxes, rip them burn them in the fire place,

who gives a fuck if they send the swats to my place?

I don’t care about prison anyway,

Let me swallow all these pills,

Yo- (Overdose)