[Intro: Warlrd]
Her mother states that her daughter was seeing a man every week and when she last left to join him, she didn't come home. A book that appears to be a journal that belongs to the woman has been inspected and contains many vague but troubling messages. One reads, “I don’t want to go with the man, but if I don’t, my family isn’t safe.” And another, “He has so many sharp tools, I often imagine them being turned on me but I never say anything. He has so many sharp tools, I often imagine them being turned on mе—"
(Welcome to Gore Street, watch your fucking back)

[Chorus]
This feeling in my chеst, oh my God, oh my God
I'm getting close to puke if it doesn't ever stop
What if everybody dies and there is no God?
Everybody turns on me like the world and it doesn't ever stop

[Verse 1]
You nothin’ but a junkie, bitch
So put those bullets through my head until I cannot twitch
I’d rather have a Chelsea Smile than feel like this
So take the side of my lips and just rip them to bits (Gore Street)
I don’t feel like myself, keep me in a cage, keep me in a cell
I’m convinced nothing comes after, this life is the hell
Don't you bite the hand that feeds you bitch, I'm just here to help
I’m not here for fucking sequels bitch, I was doing well
Don't you bite the hand that feeds you bitch, I’m just here to help
I’m really not here for a sequel bitch, I was doing well

[Bridge]
Rip my smile in two (Just a little bit)
Rip my smile in two (I'm getting sick of it)
Rip my smile in two (Just a little bit)
Rip my smile in two
[Verse 2]
Come rip it up or I'll rip yours
Shut up, you is just a sick whore, bitch
Every single day tormentin’, your words are a punch to the gut like a late-term abortion
I feel like I’m being extorted, make me feel so unimportant
With you? When it rains, it’s pourin’, with you? When it rains—

[Chorus]
This feeling in my chest, oh my God, oh my God
I'm getting close to puke if it doesn't ever stop
What if everybody dies and there is no God?
Everybody turns on me like the world and it doesn't ever stop

[Verse 3]
You don't know if you gon' die soon
Might as well smile for the camera, make it worthwhile
Might as well be that little clown in the corner
Does she show up in your sleep but you wish you didn't know her?
Well me too, I don't wanna be here anymore than you do
Bent over backwards, trying not to lose you
Well look how it worked out, look how it worked out
Look how it worked out, look—

[Outro: Warlrd]
If you have seen this woman on the screen, please contact the Greystone police immediately