Lyrics

[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 nigga, 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