Cobain Bax

Wish Cobain back
Back from the dead and shoot yo head
While you wearing his face printed shirt
Cut yo head off put it to the dirt
I wish Cobain back
Back from the dead and shoot yo head
While you wearing his face printed shirt
Cut yo head off put it to the dirt
I be a punk who hate rich people
I be the one who kill bitch
Circle round me, dark magic
Kill witch, stab yo skull
Lonely like Fiedrich Nietz, lethal
Only yo bitch got impessed
When you flexin all money all yo cash
Ima burn mine on my nest
On my chest there's only flesh
Then my soul manifest
I wish Cobain back
Back from the dead and shoot yo head
While you wearing his face printed shirt
Cut yo head off put it to the dirt
I wish Cobain back
Back from the dead and shoot yo head
While you wearing his face printed shirt
Cut yo head off put it to the dirt
Ain't no message just want fame
Old cats gettin' money rich daddy lane
Flex stacks, with that fuckin' rhymes fuckin' lame
U make me sick, fuck this game fuck this sane
Ends on flames
Eyes on the aim
This game need better class of villain
Scream my name
Without no shame
I will come with an AK make it rain (BLOOD)
Shake it like D.O.D (LAUGH)
In the end come with full clip make a (FLOOD)
Of truth split the moon into (HALF)
Ay
Your 24k chain ain't help you when I buried your body without epitaph
I wish Cobain back
Back from the dead and shoot yo head
While you wearing his face printed shirt
Cut yo head off put it to the dirt
I wish Cobain back
Back from the dead and shoot yo head
While you wearing his face printed shirt
Cut yo head off put it to the dirt
Ay