THIS IS NOT A SONG THIS IS A MENTAL BREAKDOWN lyrics

[Intro]
(The Crimson Chin!)
I would put the extra inch in but she can't handle that sh*t
Yeah, yeah, ayy

[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm stressed out
b*tch, I'm stressed out
Let him talk out his neck, he get stretched now
b*tch, I'm stressed out
b*tch, I'm stressed out
I got sh*t on my chest I can't let out
b*tch, I'm stressed out
b*tch, I'm stressed out
b*tch, I'm stressed, b*tch, I'm stressed, b*tch, I'm stressed out
b*tch, I'm stressed out
b*tch, I'm stressed out
b*tch, I'm stressed, b*tch, I'm stressed, b*tch, I'm stressed out, yeah

[Verse]
Friends in my head, they talk to me
White b*tch snortin' ketamine off my D
I'ma f*ck that b*tch if she offering
I'ma get up in her body like autopsy
Like Hellboy, feeling like Constantine
I don't really think God too fond of me
Better use your head, boy, concentrate
'Fore you get your sh*t stuck, like constipate
Like, your b*tch be on me, she nagging like Deedee
He think that he all the sh*t, all the kiwi
Give him a beating, he running like PE
.223 in his mouth, like Binky
Chopper hit him, now he hit up the nae nae
She go down on me, I'm not talking mayday
Let her suck me 'til I'm sleep and I'm lazy
Know some Crips, I'm with my cousin like Day Day
[Outro]
Haha, okay, okay
Thank you for tuning into my mental breakdown, I appreciate it
Yuh, yuh
Alright, that's it, goodbye