The Last Song Heard

[Intro: DJ Clay]
Book of the Wicked 2!
DJ Clay!

[Chorus]
If this was the last song you heard, right before your murder
Right before the gun cock and let it burn up
Right before the squirtin', blood on the curtain
If you could reverse, would you be the same person?
If this was the last song you heard, right before your murder
Right before the gun cock and let it burn up
Right before the squirtin', blood on the curtain
If you could reverse, would you be the same person?

[Verse 1: Boondox]
Pitch black, thе darkness falls
Nothin' left to say when thе curtain calls
Close your eyes and let's begin
Death steady knockin', better let him in
All around a bloody mess
Squirt from the veins while you confess
It's too late for your regret
Pupils dilate, take your last breath
Bass fills the room from a tomb
And your heart is beatin' faster than the rhythm from a hi-hat
Fate lacerates, the incision
To the song of reminiscing 'bout a time you wanna buy back
Reach for the wall, then you fall onto your knees while the strings and the keys slowly fade in
Prayin' for air, but it ain't there
With precision, a collision 'til your spirit fade in

[Chorus]
If this was the last song you heard, right before your murder
Right before the gun cock and let it burn up
Right before the squirtin', blood on the curtain
If you could reverse, would you be the same person?
If this was the last song you heard, right before your murder
Right before the gun cock and let it burn up
Right before the squirtin', blood on the curtain
If you could reverse, would you be the same person?

[Verse 2: Boondox]
(I'ma kill 'em to the rhythm) Press salvation to the temple, then I cock it back
(It'll split 'em when I hit 'em) No more memories, blastin', fade to black
(Is it suicide or murder?) Everybody's dyin' in this motherfuckin' termination
(It was the last song you heard-a) Before the *gunshot*, bye-bye, now turn the station!
Blood in your mouth, smoke comin' out your ears and your tears for fears, that was your last song
You try to breathe, but then you bleed, arteries get pinched and squeezed, you try to hold on
Last thing you heard before your vision blurred, a dedication and then the music played
This goes out to the motherfuckers layin' on the carpet with their soul filleted

[Chorus]
If this was the last song you heard, right before your murder
Right before the gun cock and let it burn up
Right before the squirtin', blood on the curtain
If you could reverse, would you be the same person?
If this was the last song you heard, right before your murder
Right before the gun cock and let it burn up
Right before the squirtin', blood on the curtain
If you could reverse, would you be the same person?
If this was the last song you heard, right before your murder
Right before the gun cock and let it burn up
Right before the squirtin', blood on the curtain
If you could reverse, would you be the same person?
If this was the last song you heard, right before your murder
Right before the gun cock and let it burn up
Right before the squirtin', blood on the curtain
If you could reverse, would you be the same person?