Vomit In My Neck lyrics

[Intro]
Ay, f*ck, sh*t
Yah, yea-ah
Yah, yah, yah, yeah
Yah, yah, yah, yeah
Yah, yah, yah

[Verse 1]
Everything's getting destroyed
Care package getting deployed
They always said I was a killjoy
They thought my hatred was a decoy
You probably working as a busboy
Say you metal, but you alloy
All of y'all stuck in 2015, hating
Yeah, you a sadboy
I thought that no one would like me
Still though, no b*tch is gon' wife me
All of this death is enticing
All of this hate was enlightening
All of my n*ggas are Vikings
I'll kill you, b*tch, please don't try me
The thought of you dead is enticing
Now my brain overloading, I'm dying
And I don't know just what to do, so I'ma leave your life
My brain is f*cking overloading and it wants to cry
Told my ass I'll never shed a tear
If I'm dying then you dying here
I'm not going out alone, b*tch
But I'm broken and alone, sh*t
I'm just tired of being isolated
Now my vision cloudy like it's pixelated
I can't make out all these different faces
Just another demon in the making
[Chorus]
I thought that no one would like me
Still though, no b*tch is gon' wife me
I could care less, leave her crying

[Verse 3]
Wash the blood off your skin, it will duplicate then
I just wanna see lips or you naked again
Baby, bite on my neck, I can p*ss on your face
I don't care anymore, you're my little disgrace
I'll put you in your place if you follow me
Two fingers in your neck, don't throw up on me
Or maybe you can throw up in my hands
Put the throw up in my mouth and eat-
Oh, sh*t

[Chorus]
I thought that no one would like me
But still, no b*tch is gon' wife me
Seeing you dead is enticing
All of this hate was enlightening
I thought that no one would like me
But still, no b*tch is gon' wife me
Seeing you dead is enticing
All of this hate was enlightening
[Verse 4]
My brain is dying and it's telling me it wants to die
My brain is tired and it wants to tell my body bye
My head is tired of the bullsh*t
Just get me a f*cking noose, b*tch
Tired of rapping 'bout this bullsh*t
Please, don't ask me how to do sh*t