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Verse 1: Na$tii
I got iguana skin all on my di*k
Hop in the sauna and burn off your skin
I'm scraping the plate to remove all the skim
Spin out the block like a bomb in Berlin
Never winning cause I got convinced of the sin
No religion can match when my balls hit her chin
No co-defendant the case looking grim
60 part minute like marks on my skin
I’m no different then liquid
Cause I swirl around at the base of the bin
I got arachnids and squid
Covered acid in p*ss
I went bat-sh*t from staying inside while my split personalities f*cking like rats in a pit
f*ck like we stuck in thе mist
f*ck the all alien sh*t
Maybe thеy really exist
They can spin on the end of my fist
What’s the time with no watch on my wrist
Who got the time if the clock got no face
Put my all ashes inside of the vase
Make sure you give it a taste
And engrave all the sh*t I f*cked up
All the pain I misplaced
Better behave or the preacher
Will set you a blaze
Pyrotechnition the holiest praise
Push start ignition to speed up decay
Smoke on emissions outside the cafe
Please do the dishes the food turning grey
I wanna body the state I wanna body the pigs
I wanna dig up the yard I wanna cradle the grave
Cut in the palm of my hand marking the path in the maze
I wanna body the state I wanna body the pigs
I wanna dig up the yard I wanna cradle the grave
Cut in the palm of my hand marking the path in the maze
Cut in the palm of my hand marking my path in the maze
Verse 2: Daniels gone
I'm marking the city in mace
Destruct on my mind you can see in my face
Threw out my shoes i've thinking too much bout the lace
And how I could just tie up and hang

Sick of the place
I'm sick of my space
And i'm sick of these bodies of waste
b*tch i’ll leave without trace
Trust me I won't hurt nobody unless you get up in my way

I don't feel it today
People they stuck in they ways
And then still have the nerve to complain
And i'm done with that trait
Always hoping for the worst
It's a curse
I don't control my brain

It's a whole different day
I should stop worrying
Dirtying all of my lobes
With the oils
That's burning it off
Don't give a f*ck bout the cost
I'm not too empathetic of y'all
Cus i'm done with the calls
Tired of begging for help
When I don't wanna go through withdrawals
I'm relapsing on cuts
I just be thinking too much
I need something to calm all the fronts
I know I ain’t enough
So why the f*ck do I keep trying
When I could just stand down and crawl
I just can't take it all
Too much sh*t pile at once, and for once i'm not taking the fall

Verse 3: 7xvn
Ay
Where you think you goin' I ain't finished yet
Pullin' out
All your teeth and nails I wanna make a bet
By the time I'm done our clothes will all be soakin' red
Then I take my axe and bury it right in yo neck
I ain't trippin'
If I'm not killin' I'm not livin'
A way to feel it
To hear a cry beggin' and pleadin'
I have no feelings
I only feel when you are bleedin'
Look at you leakin'
I need a challenge it's too easy
Ay
Watch me
As I take off your head
I'm sick and tired of the living time to make em' dead
Ay
Trust me I really could not care less about your life
Let's roll the dice and see if you get laid to rest