[Intro: Myagi]
Turn that fuckin' music down
Turn that fuckin' music down
Fuck you, you fuckin' idiots
You and your fuckin' skateboards
Fuck you, suck my tit (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Myagi]
Switchblade specialist, skulls on my necklace
Hol' up, wait a second, I am being intersected
I got voices in my head, he said "All you n***as is dead"
He want me to say that shit and then say "Yeah, that's what I said"
I ain't givin' up nothin' up to a bitch, no discussion
I ain't being interrupted as I speak, no shit
Four-fifth, whole clips, soulless
Home is frozen, no friends
No bitch, two Glicks, whole clips
Holy Bible on my table, sittin' in a hotel
Heard they was waiting for me outside, oh well
Switchblade in my pocket, buddy, you can't even tell
Blade take his life-force, bullet shells, hot as Hell (T-T-T-This is a gothaholic mixtape)

[Chorus: Nascar Aloe]
Stab me with nine-inch nails
You think you competition, bitch, then you shall (This is a gothaholic mixtape)
Demons trapped in my mind like a cell (Cell)
So, fuck Heaven, bitch, I'd rather go to Hell
Stab me with nine-inch nails (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You think you competition, bitch, then you shall
Demons trapped in my mind like a cell (Agh)
So, fuck Heaven, bitch, I'd rather go to Hell (Fuck)
[Verse 2: Nascar Aloe]
Butterfly knife, I fuck her like twice
Lies stuck on my mind, die, must've came by
Why fuckers keep tryin'? I doesn't play nice, psych
Somethin' ain't right, let's fuckin' fist-fight
Please, I wanna watch the way that he drown
Hit you in the pit, you down for the count
This the type of shit, they don't like the sound
It's DeathProof, you can't come in the house (This is a gothaholic mixtape)
Talkin' crazy? Put the gun in he mouth
First, she face me, then I'm kickin' her out
He sleep with fish fillet, I think that he doubt
It's dry up in the game, we endin' the drought

[Chorus: Nascar Aloe]
Stab me with nine-inch nails
You think you competition, bitch, then you shall
Demons trapped in my mind like a cell
(T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-T-This is a gothaholic mixtape)
So, fuck Heaven, bitch, I'd rather go to Hell
Stab me with nine-inch nails
You think you competition, bitch, then you shall (Competition, bitch, then you shall)
Demons trapped in my mind, like a cell (In my mind like a cell)
So, fuck Heaven, bitch, I'd rather go to Hell
(T-T-T-T-T-This is a gothaholic mixtape)