[VERSE 1]
I got cheese beneath my nuts, s*ut, I don't like to bathe/
I'm hairy cuz my wrists are busy using my blades/
I jerk off so much that my hands need a shave/
In first grade I smacked my teacher; "b**h ill never behave!"/
I'm a raunchy motherf**er sh** go dig me a grave/
*i want you to strangle me while I masturbate*/
And lay me in my box turned around in a way/
That if they dig me up they'll see my f**ing a** in their face/
I was only ever bullied by one guy and he pissed me off/
But I ain't give a f** enough to think I'm ganna k** him: naw/
I never thought to tie him down and slit his wrists with scissors of/
Course I did cuz shooting up a school is unoriginal/
If I was a k**er I'd put a bomb up in my stomach/
And shoot my self the head while I'm standing in public/
Or slit my throat or something so everyone would come runnin/
And that's the only time I'd get to using a gun sh**,/
I'm interested to see what it'd be like to die in different ways/
I could slit my throat and set a bomb up so it's in a way/
That I would bleed to d**h and then blow up with like three seconds left/
I k**ed my self in two ways, with one verse now I'm finished. BRAPP/
[Hook]
Now everybody on earth got an instinct of d**h/
The same way ya live ya got an instinct for breath/
My knives got an instinct of cutting my chest/
I'd k** myself but can't decide which way would be best/
I got a d**h instinct (uh-huh)
I got a strong f**ing d**h instinct (uh-huh x2)
A mothaf**in d**h instinct (uh-huh)
I said a strong f**in d**h instinct (uh-huh x2)
[VERSE 2]
I got a strong instinct to think a-bout ways I could die a lot/
Like when I'm standing on a roof Smokin up a lot of of pot/
Like 'what would it be like if I just f**ed it all and belly flopped/
Jumped off, in love with books, get it? I fell for stories! I'm/
A nasty motherf**er cuz I don't care what you think/
I'd call ya girl a s*ut and look at you "she's coming with me"/
I walk down ya street to kidnap and slap an MC/
Pin him to a chair with nail guns for not blastin at me/
Like f**, "you wanna be dead or something? Shoot me In the head or something/
Cut me, s*ut do something! Just don't stand there screaming, doing nothing/"
Fight back, struggle, here ill even give you knives to f** with/
No? Aight my knives are sharpened sit down b**h and lets get started/
[HOOK]
Now everybody on earth got an instinct of d**h/
The same way ya live ya got an instinct for breath/
My knives got an instinct of cutting my chest/
I'd k** myself but can't decide which way would be best/
I got a d**h instinct (uh-huh)
I got a strong f**ing d**h instinct (uh-huh x2)
A mothaf**in d**h instinct (uh-huh)
I said a strong f**in d**h instinct (uh-huh x2)
[VERSE 3]
Comin through with your Lacoste on from Harverd U/
Ya slick talk but you ain't watched a mothaf**a get schooled/
Ill cross ya off on the cross walk markin ya shoes/
I'm stomping and I ain't ever got a mark or a bruise/
I ran up into parliament: bomb in my a** with/
C4 stick light, sh**, then blow you to fragments/
It's in ya home town so ya know that it crackin/
Murder 30 thousand somewhere else an nothing will happen/
An instinct to fill sinks with blood from these slit things/
It's dripping, I'm sickening, ya kids still be listening/
Get piercings on weird things, my dick through ya ceiling/
When living on the floor above you, sorry if you hear screams/
I get up in thick s*uts for six bucks ya heard of me?/
I chase bugs and slay c*nts until it f**ing burns to pee/
I make cuts in eight blunts; become the d**h of chivalry/
Than face plant again man ain't' all you b**hes sick of me?/
[HOOK]
Now everybody on earth got an instinct of d**h/
The same way ya live ya got an instinct for breath/
My knives got an instinct of cutting my chest/
I'd k** myself but can't decide which way would be best/
I got a d**h instinct (uh-huh)
I got a strong f**ing d**h instinct (uh-huh x2)
A mothaf**in d**h instinct (uh-huh)
I said a strong f**in d**h instinct (uh-huh x2)