*To be honest, I hope... I hope when you listen to my music it makes you want to put bleach in your ear- no, I hope it makes you wanna drink bleach*

[Chorus]
Imma pick up ya corpse and slam ya body on the ground
You as soft as a feather with the syndrome of down
You don’t even need no makeup, you already a clown
Don’t bring anybody with you cuz I’m stabbing who’s around
Imma pick up ya corpse and slam ya body on the ground
You as soft as a feather with the syndrome of down
You don’t even need no makeup, you already a clown
Don’t bring anybody with you cuz I’m stabbing who’s around

[Verse]
Anybody’s who’s around could get a knife to the face
Ykw they say “no face, no case”
Imma hit a homerun, but imma stay at first base
Imma wait for you to bat then peel ya shit back okay?
Thе shit comin out my mouth be smelling like tooth dеcay
Imma push back ya top, cave ya roof in today

[Chorus]
Imma pick up ya corpse and slam ya body on the ground
You as soft as a feather with the syndrome of down
You don’t even need no makeup, you already a clown
Don’t bring anybody with you cuz I’m stabbing who’s around
Imma pick up ya corpse and slam ya body on the ground
You as soft as a feather with the syndrome of down
You don’t even need no makeup, you already a clown
Don’t bring anybody with you cuz I’m stabbing who’s around