(lyrics) go home check my phone no text sure thats my zone for me to be well needed a magic spell wicked shit in my head slipin through what i said dont do what i say its not the right way isnt healthy to kill or be killed deal is deal so i give seen but im fucking mean and i cant change "yep thats me" ask my teacher "just dont go againts he" every morning im just depressed then take up my headphones and then i start to destress i throw up my hat rember myself im the best that is what i met winning confidence in my mind so just keep call me skinny and i keep call you fat remake from a song what is used to be my top ten You feel that spirit on the lyrics Its come to me to break you fucking critic And hurt you while you said you will hit it Go to cemetary bring your family with it Buirred alive its a really good sound, wicked Haters, Junkies I said just Fuck it, Fuck it this song dont have things to say i just like how the hook was made now im spitting front of people who fade when i say fuck it i mean it i have a gun in my bag and a knife in my pocket thats all i have to impress except my rhyme scheemes got detect minute ago i just shaved my balls and refreshed my sack was clean not like my speak hear it bitch i just mean You feel that spirit on the lyrics Its come to me to break you fucking critic And hurt you while you said you will hit it Go to cemetary bring your family with it Buirred alive its a really good sound, wicked Haters, Junkies I said just Fuck it, Fuck it