Upon my last request
To act at my behest
God would look at me
And kiss me to eternal rest
The bones would be the spear
My soul as wind to carry
Then blood would come appear
A blow one can not parry
The grave gave in to dust
But I chose blood instead of lust
My name would grow bigger
So fuck you nigger.
To act at my behest
God would look at me
And kiss me to eternal rest
The bones would be the spear
My soul as wind to carry
Then blood would come appear
A blow one can not parry
The grave gave in to dust
But I chose blood instead of lust
My name would grow bigger
So fuck you nigger.
