These Colors of f*ckery lyrics

[Intro]
I never sold coke, I ain't never sold coke
I ain't never sold coke, I never sold coke
I never sold coke, I don't sell coke
I don't sell coke, kill 'em

[Verse 1]
My head hurts, I don't feel much now
I don't wanna live like this
Find me, try me
If you dare, if you dare
I'd wandered all the way
From the depths of hell
I've been raging so much
I barely feel
My head bursting in air
My brain loves to crack apart
So many ways
Crack apart in so many ways

[Verse 2]
(Ayy, ayy, ayy) Then I come back with a bullsh*t ass rap
(Yo, yo, what the f*ck are you doin'?)
Talking 'bout sh*t I ain't never done (Put the song back on)
(Bruh, put the song back on)
Never spat, I wasn't raised in no goddamn hood, ayy (I ain't f*ckin' playin' with you bro, put the song back on)
But the suburbs ain't no f*cking better (This ain't sh*t, bruh)
'Cause it's boring as f*ck (I'ma kick yo' ass)
It's boring as f*ck, I wanna die so quick (I'ma report you)
And I don't understand why you even give a sh*t (Too much chorus)
I'ma rip my face off with a f*ckin' spatula (Hah)
Pour hot oil on my di*k, call that b*tch a spatula, ayy, yuh