Cancer coming from your tendril hand How many have you had We can never stick to plans And there's always ads Feel like death Does it mean that I'm real? Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels I feel like shit Do I have mass appeal? Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels It's all over my genes Inside so obscene I wake up and can barely breathe And can't walk down to winding street It's an extended magazine It's at full capacity So won't you weaponize me? Won't you weaponize me? Feel like death Does it mean that I'm real? Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels I feel like shit Do I have mass appeal? Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels