Aye, yuh Aye, pussy boy You want some of my beef I'll slap the fuck out of you fuck nigga You smell like tushi Get the fuck off me, nigga I don't give a fuck I want to die Bloody all my wrists I hold my pride I don't really give a fuck about my life Crushed up pills, I feel divine I don't a give fuck I want to die Bloody all my wrists I hold my pride I don't really give a fuck about my life Crushed up pills, I feel divine Let me go The victims The screams of the fucking ghost A nobody lost Bloodshot, distraught Blood nigga wanna choke I can not hold, nah Firey passion, the oldest Deep, deep, regret what I hold in the chorus Building a prophecy led in the open Kill all the sinners In blender of hopeless O-Oh! I can not trust, nah Bloody the victims were killing for fun now Looks like we running with dumb crowds Dropping these bodies We looking for blood hounds I can not trust now Bloody the victims were killing for fun now Looks like we running with dumb crowds Dropping these bodies We looking for blood hounds