The law Set fire to us And this cum-covered couch You went up state And I stayed here strung out White privilege lost Once barred-doors were shut Just a piece of good ass Just another young slut Boy toy for sale Auctioneers take Rep and cigarettes Outside feels dull Outside is lame So collect guns So I locate veins Sex is for strength Pain is for addicts Drinks are for wives “H” is for half-wits When I was 12 My mom took me swimming In a glacier-fed lake Far from the city I felt truly loved No failures in sight She was drunk on red wine I was high as a kite The lucid are scared Calculating their debts So they turn to pills And I fuck them to death Dread, It’s the tits, It’s the shit, It’s the best And I can’t tell you all That eats and crawls And spins webs in my head I’m still holding onto dread Dining and feeding While everyone’s bleeding It’s dread Keep em in check Keep em abreast With dread The law Shut our sins down With black kevlar vests You slept in hell After your arrest Three years this month You sharpen shiv You held in your tongue Cause I never forgive The days stay the same Predictable world Still sell to your kids Still sell to your girl Benzos in her purse Oxys and candies She gets them for free When she begs on her knees She knows a thing about Pleasing a man with higher stature And violent attributes Hey, business is business But it’s power for me Your girl is afraid And cowards are prey Dread, It’s the tits, It’s the shit, It’s the best And I can’t tell you all That eats and crawls And spins webs in my head I’m still holding onto dread