Part I: My Personal Space

[Verse 1: 1XFIGHTER]
Got a five-finger death punch on the left, and I'm'ma hit'chu wit' it
You ain't even violent enough to be a Clarence villain
Like a dealer sellin' some stuff, 'finna be countin' digits
After I release this, my homies gon' be fuckin' winnin'
If you wanna jump me, you better bring some cables
'Cause yo' battery die quicker than mine, this ain't no fuckin' fable
Fuck that bitch-made motherfucker, he's a hard-ass wit' all of his goons
If his homies weren't present, that kid'd be fuckin' doomed
This shit so ice cold and it ain't even the winter season
All I hit are cervixes, got more fuckin' bitches than Negan
Sometimes I get aggressive, but it's never for a shitty reason
People love my voice so much, my nickname is Morgan Freeman
I could go really quick, but no need, you'll enjoy this

[Interlude: 1XFIGHTER]
There is a certain way that you can whisper that might make an audience believe your flow's quick
Who the fuck is this guy? Get him off the song right now!
Get out bitch, right now!
Okay, okay, I'm sorry, damn!

[Verse 2: 1XFIGHTER]
Everybody chill, sit down and just listen
We got a few new rules based off an elder's decision
No more having bass or hard-as-fuck songs, and no more bad things said
Man, get the fuck out of my personal space, God damn old head
How the fuck you get mad when there's talk 'bout pullin' triggers
When nobody can say shit when you call blacks--(censored)
[Outro: 1XFIGHTER]
Cut the fucking cameras, show's over, next song!
Fuck!


Part II: Pretend to Love, My Dear

[Verse 1: 1XFIGHTER]
It's kind of hard to find real love when you've been beaten and abused
Past relations left some marks and left me high and confused
Sometimes I tell myself that I'll never be enough (Whoa)
But I remind myself she told me that and that she never deserved my love
Is it really my fault?
That day, was that me at all?
I was going one-fifteen, rubber on asphalt
The day I asked for her number was when I started to fall
December twenty-third, I cried under a tree
I ran right out of that house right as the clock hit three
I wish that I could say I miss who I used to be
I've learned who I really am and now I'm scared of me

[Chorus 1: 1XFIGHTER]
I'm so funny
And so cocky
And I never even looked out for myself
You almost killed me
So, believe me
You weren't good for me or my mental health
I'm so funny
And so cocky
Yet I never even looked out for myself
You almost killed me
So, believe me
One of these fucking days we'll meet in Hell
[Verse 2: 1XFIGHTER]
Ever love someone so much you let them drive you insane?
I don't love that girl anymore and I'll say her fucking name in vain
Audrey's so much better, and honestly, I'd kiss them in a storm right under rain
Sit on a metaphorical bench and I'll showcase what she did to my brain
She made me hear her fucking voice as she slowly died, next morning, she didn't even explain
Hang yourself in front of me, why don't you? I bet that it'd make me feel fucking great
I don't get sad anymore, I just feel this weird physical motherfucking pain
Pretend to love then lie, my dear, and just increase all my built-up hate
My built-up hate

[Chorus 2: 1XFIGHTER]
I'm so funny
And so cocky
But I never even looked out for myself
You almost killed me
So, believe me
You weren't good for me or my mental health
I'm so funny
And so cocky
And I never even looked out for myself
You almost killed me
So, believe me
One of these fucking days we'll meet in Hell
I'm so funny
And so cocky
But I never even looked out for myself
You almost killed me
So, believe me
You weren't good for me or my mental health
I'm so funny
And so cocky
And I never even looked out for myself
You almost killed me
So, believe me
One of these fucking days we'll meet in Hell