Attention your gods talking the one you idolize and all copy

If you were anything at all like me

You′d hate your own guts and cut your wristsI want all of your dead bodies on the lawn and I want the law on me

And I wanna give whatever I got to your bitch

Tho I remain guilty they ask me how I plead

Plead? I don't plead to no man

I don′t get on my knees

I'm goin to hell oh well who's comin with me

I′m goin to hell for what

For the murder of my enemies

Listen my rods talking the one that I used in my last homi

When that ol dog it starts barkin it′ll rip you apart like a pack of wolves

Hell hounds on me I'm Rob Johnson

I got problems we all gottem where I′m from

We don't love each other we love hate we hate love

Women and children die first there are no rules when we go to war

I owe a few mothers my first born and my second born and my third born

Seems like a had a heart once he died in my arms there was so much blood

I could smell his insides and I′ve smelled it everyday since

When his soul left

Now the scar tissues so thick on my wrists and the torn muscles in my neck

Time heals all wounds because time means death

Who gives a fuck