Spider Gang
COFFIN
[Verse]
Had you think about the fact that i'm a piece of shit
These days im trynna hold it fucking with this shit
If i'm cutting myself first and thats a part what makes me such a fuckin dick that i couldn't give a fuck about a-
All i wanna do is slit my own fucking wrist
How'd that make you feel?
Keep drinking till the motherfuckin pain don't exist
What a shitty deal

Hope i go to hell and meet [censored] there
Bitch, i should've fucking pushed you down a set of stairs
I don't like yall, write a fucking blog about it
I dont wanna talk about it
You can suck my dick and write a song about it faggot

Six more seconds till this shit kick in
Do this till they drop and make the coffin sing
I can make you feel this shit, your blood won't bend
Man this shit the fuck out, we all go swing
I've been ripping through a pack a day, i need a fucking holiday
Ain't listen to shit the fucking past to say
If there's a hell then i've been livin in it
I've been fucking sittin in it
I need me another fucking sip, im in it