Niggas drop a mixtape, then they tattoo they face (Lil' pussy)
Niggas drop an album, then pretend to be gangsta (Lil' bitch)
Imagine every hood, you gon' make it up, ain't you?
The stench of faeces and fertile flesh drifts across the dawn horizon.
The moist skin of foetuses gleam as the sun peaks through the darkness.
The mist lingering over the lakes, now cesspools of human remains,
Clears to reveal a mountainous landscape of piled cadavers.