Sink my blade in your liver
Talking bout me dump your fucking body in a river
I keep begging to differ
If you in my way, catch some holes in yo' sweater
Gripping blades like the ripper
She said she love me that hoe on delivered
I got options I need to consider
Everyday growing more bitter

I wanna fall over and just fucking die
I want them to come and just staple my eyes


I got rifles aimed straight at my head
Hoping one day that they fill me with lead
I got bombs planted under my bed
I hope one day that I wake up dead