Isaiah Toothtaker - Muerte Folks | Текст песни

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• Isaiah Toothtaker
• Muerte Folks

press the metal to the temple
disassemble the resemblance
resent the family member's
sentimental remembrance
it's them and their offense
& the sequence of events
I was bred & then dispensed
I haven't felt as dead since
this death sentence
said in my own notes
so it goes
live up to words spoke
if you won't pull the trigger
you can't hold my hand
when I
die
this ain't my first good bye

Us Muerte folks are more than dead broke
some speak out of pocket others 2 cents a quote
all that shit you're talking knots a noose round your throat
ain't no stopping Machina we've seen your suicide note