COFFIN lyrics

[Verse]
Had you think about the fact that i'm a piece of sh*t
These days im trynna hold it f*cking with this sh*t
If i'm cutting myself first and thats a part what makes me such a f*ckin di*k that i couldn't give a f*ck about a-
All i wanna do is slit my own f*cking wrist
How'd that make you feel?
Keep drinking till the motherf*ckin pain don't exist
What a sh*tty deal

Hope i go to hell and meet [censored] there
b*tch, i should've f*cking pushed you down a set of stairs
I don't like yall, write a f*cking blog about it
I dont wanna talk about it
You can suck my di*k and write a song about it faggot

Six more seconds till this sh*t kick in
Do this till they drop and make the coffin sing
I can make you feel this sh*t, your blood won't bend
Man this sh*t the f*ck out, we all go swing
I've been ripping through a pack a day, i need a f*cking holiday
Ain't listen to sh*t the f*cking past to say
If there's a hell then i've been livin in it
I've been f*cking sittin in it
I need me another f*cking sip, im in it