I can never trust a walkin' soul
Take your clothes
Trying me wouldn't be smart, you're gettin' poked
Holes through your body, let them stitch you closed
Every hole 'til your soul starts to implode
You wanna hate me? Go ahead, you're basing
You wanna fight me? Oh well, I'm waiting
They wanna make me so fuckin' toxic
But don't even know the point that they're stating
Eat dried up shit
Bitches claimin' they're loyal 'til they get to switchin'
That boy actin' hard but he snitchin'
Merk up the fuck, make his body start twitchin'
Get a fucking grip (yeah)
Get a fucking grip (yeah)
Get a fucking grip (yeah)
Get a fucking grip (yeah)
Get a fucking grip (yeah)
Get a fucking grip (yeah)
Get a fucking grip (yeah)
Get a fucking grip (yeah)
Don't lose control (yeah)
Don't lose control (yeah)
Don't lose control (yeah)
Don't lose control (yeah)
Get a fucking grip (yeah)
Get a fucking grip (yeah)
Get a fucking grip (yeah)
Get a fucking grip (yeah)
Don't lose control (yeah)
Don't lose control (yeah)
Don't lose control (yeah)
Don't lose control (yeah)