(corpse)
She say imma dick and dont know what I'm doin
She say imma dick but only love me when I'm screwing
She call me on Skype and hit my line ask what I'm doin
I'm just plot tin on these f**
n***as
What you doin
We don't
Think the
Same
Your mind
Focused on the mayo
Now you partially the reason why i lost my halo
I became this n***a wearing liner
With a blank coat
Looking for a scene
To f** it up
But no fandango
I been tired of punching every wall
Bloody knuckle drip
Rabid like a dog nah
Skin scraping off the surf
Make me feel worth
Less
And appalled ha
Ain't it funny how i hate n***as
Same dumb n***as
In the mall
They all identical and dead in the brain
But i can't even lie and say that I'm sane
f** it i hate everything
I wanna watch the world burn
f** it i hate everything
I wanna watch it world turn
f** it i hate everything
I wanna be a tyrant
f** it i hate everything
I wanna see you die b**h