Im Glad Kurt Cobain Didnt Live Long Enough For Me To Hate Him by Scace Lyrics

[Chorus] x2
Chrome ratchet/
Closed casket/
Toe tag it, soul vanished/
So hungry, so famished/

[Verse]
I put my head in the ceiling fan/
I wrapped my face in the cellophane/
Bitch i'm in Aberdeen (yeah) (yeah)/
Go out like Kurt Cobain/
I go to war with a Tommy Gun/
I make your mommy and daughter run/
I make a mess when I slaughter em/
I'm making death lookin' kinda fun/
I don't know how to be different/
I'm sick and i'm twisted, I'm takin a shiv, and i'm stickin it/
Into the pit of your neck and i'm lifting it up where the ceiling is/
(yeah) (yeah) Put up your hands if you're feelin' this/
The flow is colder than Ottawa/
You're harry potter, i'm more like the art of war/
I want the beef i'm a carnivore/
So gassed up it caused a new star to form (yeah)/
[Chorus] x2