I'm the collective of cutlery
Cutting up anybody to come fuck with me
Everybody passing me like what's up with me
I look like I got a problem I'm living in suffering
Waiting for death and the dying of moments
I live for the highs and I die in the lowest
I fucked up my mind from dividing the petals on roses
The path of my life I had chosen
I'll take you to the woods and I'll show you how to eat
Now you living with the bugs, consuming what is deceased
When I wanna get a buzz, I'll tie you up on a leash
You ain't never gonna make it in a cage with this beast
High all day like I've been smoking on plastic
Melting my brain but I'm feeling fantastic
Leaking endorphins, I'll keep what's important
My instincts and natural reactions are rendered Jurassic
Remember what I told ya
Don't cross my path, I'll fold ya
I'll break the bones that hold ya
Show you a real soldier
All day I'm smoking doja
I'm on my Motorola
I like drinking my soda
They like that Coca-Cola
Taste life in the air you breathing
Ain't no taste you a heathen
Want smoke? I'mma pull up with a beating
Talk on me once they sleeping
Five phones, I feel conceited
My life's a joke, delete it
Wake up to feed it
Hoping I might die feeling completed
I ain't fed my dogs in weeks, tie you up against the trees
Cut your arms and legs to show my dogs you got some healthy meat
Welcome to your meet and greet, I'll watch you suffer beat and skeet
I want another, feed the feast to the beast for eternity
I ain't fed my dogs in weeks, tie you up against the trees
Cut your arms and legs to show my dogs you got some healthy meat
Welcome to your meet and greet, I'll watch you suffer beat and skeet
I want another, feed the feast to the beast for eternity
Remember what I told ya
Don't cross my path, I'll fold ya
I'll break the bones that hold ya
Show you a real soldier
All day I'm smoking doja
I'm on my Motorola
I like drinking my soda
They like that Coca-Cola
Taste life in the air you breathing
Ain't no taste you a heathen
Want smoke? I'mma pull up with a beating
Talk on me once they sleeping
Five phones, I feel conceited
My life's a joke, delete it
Wake up to feed it
Hoping I might die feeling completed