The Old Law

In my death mask and my mismatched soot
I pilate chop yore cross the stage
I met a musing gospel
In the bath a tic mid its way
Into my read ilked Braine

The drinks had martyred lunch effectively
Before I even rose to speak
Don't wanna dis-anoint the campaign but
Sickle Bill lives on me
Wren free
(Oh)

A man's life
God's trash
There's no law but the old law, baby
Petitfour
Nothing dies
'Cept by ass drawn kamikaze
Year Zero in the summertime
Year Zero in the summertime

Pick me to sling your widdle clot bled dry
In your Matty-Mac-Beau-Harry guise
Oh, I left you for the honey
Couldn't trident you
If I lyed

A man's life
Gods trash
There's no law but the old law, baby
Petitfour
Nothing dies
'Cept by ass drawn kamikaze

God said no
I said "twice"
Cmon big man
Won't you make me?
Year Zero in the summertime

Year Zero in the summertime
Year Zero in the summertime

Bagmember
Slaycation
Hal Ashby
Fast fashion