Whole my clique is dead
Who's inside my head?
May be i just got mad?
I'm running from the death

Crows are everywhere
I'm smoking hole damn pack
Without drugs i'm alone
With em' I'm the best

I'm tired of being
Your pussy want to fuck me
I skrt off in a beamer
I'm dead, nobody touching

My AK now is dirty
But blood still fucking dripping
I lost my soul for honor
You sold it to the Demon

I'm tired, do you hear me?
I'm still fucking sicking
I have no fucking feelings
Don't try to fucking feel me!

Don't try to fucking teach me!
Or i will fucking kill you
Don't try to fucking speak with
Me, when i do not need you