Music: Christopher Lindsey
Siftin' through all these dumb harlots, gaugin' (H E A L!)
They feel like saints and I feel like Satan
Losin' my guts, a must when you can't be trusted
It's blades that'll show your fate
And I don't understand why everybody want a piece of me
'Bout a year ago, then, not a person wanna see me breathe
Now I'm curled up in my nest, never speak and always tweak
Cause I can never touch the sunlight without someone tryna reach
Why you wanna bother me, b1tch?
Step the fxxk from me, b1tch
All I know is me, b1tch
Fxxk a fxxking scene, b1tch
Why they bother me, b1tch
Step the fxxk from me, b1tch
All I know is me, b1tch
Fxxk a fxxking scene
Cause I been pickin' at scabs for months
And I'm so sick and tired of you cunts
I'm abandonin' and damagin' the hunt
Fxxk a game and fxxk a name
Cause, fxxk I never gave a fxxk
Eyyyyy, I'm here till Thursday
Shoutout Crimewave420 on tumblr
Slickity talk, that's your missus, that's your aunt
On the spot, I gotta talk
Distortion drown out them foes, I can't respond
Cult walk, spread my wings and imma sh1t up on your car
You a wok head
You are braindead
You must drop dead
'Cord make me go psycho, It's a fxxking cycle
Like I'm in a room with all these fxxking kids not even I know
Keep it 2K, rain or shine, day to day
I don't give a fxxk how you feel 'bout what I say
It's a lot to contemplate, here standing on your grave
My verses are an arcade and it's pay to play
Put my thoughts on display for you weak p-ussy b1tch lames
Shoutout James, we're here to fxxkin' reign
Cause I been pickin' at scabs for months
And I'm so sick and tired of you cunts
I'm abandonin' and damagin' the hunt
Fxxk a game and fxxk a name
Cause, fxxk I never gave a fxxk, yeah