Fleshed lyrics

[Verse]
Turn into flesh, in this world
Could it be in the slit on my wrist I need vest (yeah)
Rather hate, b*tch dead, yeah
And you know my soul is amiss
Bleed red, four doors in the benz
Next fall, Next Halloween
But I met four ghost in the town
And I could've been in this invasion
b*tch I keep it straight, and you know I never miss
Fist fight, started feeling, silly willy take a look
If we don't leave, We will dead yeah
f*cking with my head, get dead, that's the gist
Shoots into your head, that's a p*ss
Lost in the mist pants full of p*ss
Pick a daffodilly, so pretty at this