Chapter 9: Scrap

I got a mangled memory for pain Jesus, like me My brain, lock it up like a head case Laid out with a shimmy shake, shit weighing me down Half in the bag, I’m ready so let’s go then Making threats that leads to nothing til it means the same I murder me Stay down, make you wonder what these leeches mean When they sucking at my face Meet me outside Meet me outside for that tune that sweet chin blood taste That murder music, that murder music Meet me outside Meet me outside for that tune that sweet chin blood taste That murder music, that murder music Back and forth with it Back and forth with it Dementors kiss or full pin Back and forth with it, back and forth with it Dementors kiss or full pin Back and forth it, bruised up but now I’m pissed Fat lip busted cold and rustic I’m Rust Chole in Azkaban, ask him, man I’m asking Are you hearing any of that tune Are you hearing any of that sweet chin blood taste That murder music I barely use it, that murder music I barely use it That murder music, sound like nothing it’s a scam. I barely use it That murder music, sound like nothing it’s a scam. I barely use it That murder music, sound like nothing it’s a scam. I barely use it That murder music, sound like nothing it’s a scam. I barely use it That murder music, back and forth with it