​ill. lyrics

[Intro]
MacXVII
God damn it
Okay, f*ck it all, f*ck it all, f*ck it all, uh, uh

[Verse]
Murder, motherf*cking kill people, kill me, b*tch
My life is over now, I'm struggling and writing sh*t
Thinking sense is all that matters, you don't know me though
f*ck all your friends and dump them in the body bag though
I'm 17 now, with a mental issue
I beat my di*k with lots of lotion and I have the tissue
I love how people look at me and start saying some sh*t
One step closer to getting stabbed in the clit
Dark isn't even the word, describing my ass is like a sheep in the herd
I give you my word, it's not what you think
I used to be nice but now I'm just not socializing
I'm tirеd of making beats, tired of staying at home
Tirеd of looking at these goddamn notifications
I wrote this on my birthday, no need for celebration
I still get no pus*y, rather love and embracing
My palms is itchy, my mind is racing
Do I still make music? Probably not
Rapping is just not, not what the f*ck it is
b*tches solely my fears, now my face is filling with tears
Whatever, done with my life
Stay at home, make beats and masturbate, I'm going outside naked
f*ck all this, I'ma go outside with my di*k swinging
Vulgarism coming soon hoe
[Outro]
You know what the f*ck time it is, f*ck everybody season, uh