Anxiety has kept me up for three days straight, i cant sleep, cant eat but i press along anyway, lost the will to carry apathy across the way, i dont fucc with fakes, i dont need that kind of shit. i dont need your aproval i never asked you for it i dont give a fucc about it shed some tears about it. you're a fuccin joke actin all entitled shiitt we in the gutter its a broke gang type of shit. lm kickin it with the siccest of cliques im fuckin humble, got my hearse up in a music video and you cant touch this, im entrusted by the lost ones and i love this shit, they spitting the siccest bars give me a reason to live, and its a sad sad world for the sad man, the poor kid grew up to be a maniac and lost his dab pen, im bout to bind you to these aspens. its the last fuccin thing youre gonna see before your life ends. i woke up in a pit, cant seem to find my way out of it. oh shit heres a shovel, lemme stick it in the side, finally climb out to discover its a grave pit. i see the body on the side, drag his ass and drop him dead shit. slide some dirt from the side of the pile, walk away from the scene let him rest for awhile. let nature take its course, its the respectful thing of course,. to casketboi its just another fuccin day with no remorse.... then i ride the rotten horse, im stealing all the souls of rotten people on my course, youre bringing the bastards to spread some dope to the masses to chill the relaxing of the demons of yorth, i dine with the peasants as im full of depressants i dissolve every problem while i soak in your essence.