[Intro]
Okay, whatever
I mean, I guess by now I should've got the gist a long time ago, huh?
I guess I just don’t [?]
What-the-fuck-ever, uh, yeah

[Verse]
I never been a master, life's a bitch, bastard
Death become faster, bitch, I need a rapture
Rupture all my organs, I ain't into all the torment
Not my fault that I’ve been born a fucking failure I've accompanied
Bitch, I got 16s for six spleens, stomping on his teams
It misleads article titles
I ain't never prayed to Jesus, yet I'm holding the Bible
At my fucking funeral, bumping my album on Tidal
Now I'll probably go to hell
Shit, that wasn't the goal?
Curb stomping all you mеntally, I'm off of the boat
Shit, Kurt Cobain is mentally, how I'm feeling is misery
Dеath go out to angels who never received a victory, shit
If so, I’m on the victory team
Dead angels scream on Earth until the barrels esteem
Yeah, my gun is pretty shy, I think she like Rakeem
Can’t wait to see a clip of his vasectomy screen
Don't corner me, my n***a, all my energy gleam
Moved my knife up out the sheath so fast, you hearing it scream
To any bitch I’ll ever fuck: You're never seeing me cream
Guess I'm never into pleasure, only pleasure is greed
[Chorus]
Have you ever wanted death so bad?
Have you ever wanted death so bad?
I feel that, B
Have you ever wanted death so bad?
Have you ever wanted death so bad?
I feel that, B