BLOOD MONEY

(album: THIS DOES NOT EXIST - 2020)

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
Who is that?
I don't know!
Now you are the shit you feel
You are instead of what you told
Hold onto nothing
Because everything will fold
I'm so cold!

Stand tall
Would you be so bold
Stand tall
Would you be so bold
A man fall then call out
I'm in his mold
Like he was just in mind
His spirit trust in mine
I had to hold a nigga down
When I crush his spine
I said that

I said that war is raw
No matter how you flip it
I'm sure appalled
By how the blood is dripping
On sword he fall
He feel his stomach ripping
His mum is tripping, brother

Never gone forgive them
You create hate
Make a son go missing
He wanna get revenge
Avenge
The cycle never stop
How can you forgive the man
That took the final shot?
I don't fucking know
I'm hanging with my friends inside the vinyl shop
Don't ask me!
I guess you could become a cop
Or forgive the man
That gotcha fucking brother popped

Over seas or something
For god knows what fucking reason, pumping
Oil abundant, funding hunting
Of human people to sell more guns
In the hundreds

Mom who's bombing London?
A cunt did
You don't gotta think it's okay to move on
You don't gotta move on if you want dude gone
Figure out the masterminds and then shoot em

Ain't no reason

Learn how to grow your own food
Before they stop feeding you
Needing you alive
Your survival is nigh

Too pussy to burn your own paper
You see in this number
That it somehow makes you greater
Check it

Blood money dolla
Dripping, fall in the water
You ain't make a son or a daughter
Bringing up a lamb for the slaughter
Woah!

Or a man for the armada, lady
Give all of ya babies to the navy
The army, starving
Cry as they departing
Embarking on a journey
End up on a gurney

Disarm, one bomb wrong for a dumb bitch
Don't injure me
Don't imprison me
Spinning my innards turn liver to chitterlings
Flip it to the bigger beings
Dump the rest and then come collect
When the sun descend, farm your organs
They all have significant importance
You can hold a couple mill today for a heart
Don't worry bout the page you tore apart
All the marines do it
I can see through it
Children bleed moving thru the streets
Stupid, know you need to do it
That's some clean shooting
Toe tag another bone bag that ain't had no chance, dumb muddy
War time, I gotta store mine, I wanna soar high, blood money