Cobain

[Intro]
Driving passion to torment and twist the innocent, subject them to animal misery, and kill

[Verse]
Put the knife up to my wrist
Slit my wrist and call it quits
Blue is feeling, make it quick
Mad as fuck, I'm sick of it
Why these bustas always stuck?
In my bubble, end results
Stroll me up to meet the cross
Turning sour, overlong
Failure of to take my own
Life gotta keep on going
Immortal cause cause of only sin
Walking hell we living in
.38 play the game
Fuck bullets with no weight
Wipe my mental, I'm complete
Full of shrapnel, lost the teeth
Realest fucker on the street
Little Kaine is undefeat
Kick the chair off with my feet
Hanging off my neck, can't breathe
Walking corpse, sadistic one
Out the smoke, I'm falling out
Don't matter how, what I try
Little Kaine will never die
Shotgun on repeat
Buckshot remedy
Cobain to my brain
In this life, I must remain
In this life, I must remain
In this life, I must remain