i feel them crawling in my skin, a sick psycho analysis, the rivers flow right out my eyes, im sick n tired of seein shit, i cannot handle hearin shit, i think im finna hit this spliff, take a trip in my abyss, where i dont have to deal with shit, think we finna miss the pit, with moshin demons lovin it, all the groupies in my van, thinkin yeah im king of this, you think you could compare to this, yeah i think youre feelin shit, watch yo step or you might trip, ill send you straight into my fist, you silly fuckin clown, waited two days for that, laughin wastin all my time, i think its time i end this shit, clinging to your 8 views, clownin on your feed, gettin faded just to cope, you petty bitch i hope you know, keep fishin for a follow, 2 dollar rate, cycling the desparate, thirsty bitch you know that now, keep me out yo fuckin mouth i dont wanna swallow you, this abyss be emptyless now bow yo fuckin head to that, and if i pissed you off, its only cuz i followed you, fuck yo punk ass for that, cant believe i thought of that, said it once that i was four, now youre thinkin metronome, back the fuck up outta here, you safer man you made that clear, wrote a whole track, only done with bars, i dont need no fuckin chorus choir bitch is what you are, fishin for a follow, masked to the teeth, smokin weed just for peace, mother fucker aint OG im spittin in yo face now, you sure you ever thought of me, your homie chewed me like a steak, and all you did was question it, livin like youre royalty, my bad just a G screen, flodgin flexin on the feed, remind you what you really are,