Verse 1: Yung Scarecrow
Slickity Sloth the butcher creeping through with that mystic style
Smoking on whatever
Been a junkie since I was a child
Everytime I think of death I start to gon and crack a smile
Never gave no **** about this life and that's me keeping it mild
Killer gorilla maniac
Put their ashes on my blunt
The police keep hollering "Where they at?"
Buried them in front the lawn
The scarecrow with silent weapons I pull the trigger then disperse
The bodies get dumped in acid so they have no need of a hearse


Looking at the window like I'm staring at a television
Smoking just to pass the time
Slick had died and Christ has risen
Listen to the sixes hissing
Tipping crucifixes
Missing pieces in my wrist it seems I'm sleeping
Chest beating ceases
Riding in the Cadillac with cataracts
Lungs black and chapped
Should have put a cap on those ashes
Lacking in fa*****on
**** getting cashed out *****
I'm lacking
You're plastic, recyclable and everlasting