Vārdi: Years Spent Cold. No One Misses You.

No one fucking cares
No one misses you
I hope you died in your family's arms

You and your friends were never, kings of shit
It's time to deal with the, card you're dealt

Your time was ticking, the firing pin is clicking

I'll take your life and tell you it's mine
This youth's infected with a tight life of crime
Step off the mic and get in line
You silly niggas try and steal my shine

Your body rots six feet underground
I hope these thoughts silence every sound
For anyone that fucking cared


(Thanks to Micah for these lyrics)