SykoBeats - d**h Instinct lyrics

[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)