Daily Death lyrics

[Intro: Game Show Host]
Welcome to another episode of Daily Death!
Our next contestant Ouija Macc will spend the next month of his life dying everyday
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[Verse 1: Ouija Macc]
Day 1 woke up pulled the f*cking trigger
Day 2 face bruised woke up with no fingers
Face planted right into the scissors (oww!)
Day 3 out the window fence post in my liver
Day 4 head standing to the blender
Day 5 how the f*ck I die, I hardly remember
Day 6 off the roof with an umbrella (woo wee!) Survivеd the fall in my neighbor's yard shot me with barеtta
Day 7 things do not seem to get better (hell nah)
So I took all the pills they said make me better
Day 8 woke up in the same sweater (this is nice!)
Saw that sh*t from across the room f*cking head was severed
Day 9 overdosed cause I'm an addict
Woke up Day 10 moonwalking in the traffic
And for six days I bled to death and saved it (save that sh*t)
It's the seventeenth now and I'm f*cking swimming in it (uh, splash)

[Chorus: Ouija Macc]
Die. Everyday I die. Everyday I die
Everyday I die and I f*cking love it
Die. Everyday I die. Everyday I die
Everyday I die and I f*cking love it
[Game Show Host]
- Ladies and Gentleman I am astounded to say no contestant in the history of Daily Death has ever acc*mulated this many points in such a short period of time. He stopped killing himself after day 17 and has been just kinda sitting there
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[Verse 2: Ouija Macc]
I've been alive for like a week okay I'm bored (f*ckin' bored)
Laid beneath the ceiling fan started throwing swords
10/10 would recommend boy that sh*t was choice
Took out my vocal cords and then I was reborn
Now I'm p*ssing in a toaster, fatal water sports
Now I'm sh*tting on electric fence to up the score
I'ma fill your b*tch's bowl with p*ss like soup like soup du jour
Then you kill us both the day you find out she's a whore (ay)
Suicide doors suicide bomb in her purse (ay)
Pentagram bumper sticker pull up at the church (ay)
LSD skin lotion coating on my pores (ay)
Woke up and I hung myself from my Louie vellore (ay)
Used to die in Walmart now I die in Michael Kors (ay)
My baby gotta match me too she rocking Michael Kors (ay)
Went back to the crib and then I got down on all fours
She kicked me in stilettos till' I bled out on the floor (ay)

[Chorus: Ouija Macc]
Die. Everyday I die. Everyday I die
Everyday I die and I f*cking love it
Die. Everyday I die. Everyday I die
Everyday I die and I f*cking love it