[Verse 1]
The way I look at life shit’s funny in actuality
Scraping money together just to fund your reality
Why be fake happy and leech off of vitality when we‘re well aware six feet‘s the only finality
Cause I don’t take this shit too serious
I write songs about dark shit cause I’m always feeling delirious
Not even tryna fake being mysterious
If you can’t see a difference then you’re prolly really oblivious
Had too many sick thoughts so I put em in lyrics
I’m usually pissed off I imagine you hear it
I show compassion to few, but for you I get to smashing you blue and then I’m killing your spirit
I don’t need your fucking respect
My razor sharp pen will make you bleed when stuck in your neck
There’s nothing to discuss, this is my response to the world I see, so adjust your seats for the seance

[Hook]
Why am I the way that I am?
I wish I fucking knew, and I dont really give a god damn
Is it god’s plan? Who knows maybe not
They say you gotta live and think happy thoughts

[Verse 2]
I’ll have everybody slashed up, cut open and bled out, lanced worse than Glen
Straight up gashed in the gut and both of your eyes turn red
Create pain then multiply it times ten
And make you lose all color like a million white men
I get satisfaction from breaking you down to fractions
Take all the deceased and wrap em all up in plastic
Overly enthusiastic to cause havoc
I sure as fuck have quite a flair for the fucking dramatic
Don’t automatically take my shit at face value
Or I’ll smash a vase into yours, maybe now you’ll think before you talk, fucking learn how to act
Or I’m staging an all-out verbal attack
Sending all kinds of chills right up the spinals
Never-ending kills with lines that fuck up the vitals
Make your ills spill, thrown up like stomach bile
Descending to hell while pronounced alive on arrival

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
When I took my first breath I found out life is fucked
Full of the worst stress, you drown if you try your luck
So when I’m penning my shit, I just write corrupt
And I’mma keep doin this shit until I bite the dust
Rap about death and life, I’ll have these niggas read off
Everyone get in line so I can chop your heads off
I’m tryna see some motherfucking blood and guts
Make niggas go into shock when they feel that sudden rush
Full of adrenaline, I got the face of a gentlemen
The strangest specimen coming off as benevolent
And I was fighting some demons then let the devil win
And now all of my intentions are just malevolent
Is any of this shit reflection of self?
Does my selection of words represent my mental health?
It’s no wonder why I keep knives on my shelf
Fully prepared to pull em out when I’m feeling compelled
I still gotta commit crimes against Humanity
Turn this place to Amityville no sense of sanity
I’m tryna make the whole world look like Red Dawn
I‘m cold right? You could say that I’m dead wrong

[Hook]