WAY2MAN1C lyrics

[Intro]
Do you wanna die, tell me do you wanna die? (Die)
I bang my head into the wall about a hundred times (Die)
You feel these rusty knives in your stomach like butterflies (Die)
I'm using violence because I ran out of drugs to try (Die)
(Ugh)
Crush your skull with my palms, I ain’t ever been calm
Motherf*cker, better know that it's on
My whole head gonna explode, shattered and blown
I can't contain it no more, too far gone

[Chorus]
f*ck, holy sh*t, I’m way too manic for this nonsense
I don't have no conscience, I'm violent and monstrous
I got somе bread that is on me
All of you broke mothеrf*ckers be honest
Why you flexing like you got it?
We don't believe you, from here on out that sh*t is stopping (b*tch)

[Verse]
Hop out the whip, I'm beating your ass
I do not care, no I did not ask
Somebody's throat is going to get slashed
Not mine, y'all be safe, my bad
Talking your sh*t but you too egotistical
You too sensitive when I've been critical
I can tell that you’re so f*cking miserable
I can tell that you’re nothing original
Roughing your b*tch up, I feel like I'm Mick Foley
Have her go up and down on the di*k slowly
Motherf*ckers won’t step, they tip-toeing
I'm a field full of landmines, b*tch, blow me (Boom)
Gotta blast, now the guts scattered
I do not give a f*ck, I would much rather
Cut the chatter, leave you in the dust battered
Get stomped on the floor like a gum wrapper (Die)
I don't wanna do any business (Die)
Ima murder you dumbfounded dipsh*ts (Die)
And I don't want help, I want vengeance
I might even give you chance for repentance
f*cked up, now I be imagining things that
Don’t happen, but I be like "f*ck it", I swing fists
I'm batsh*t, really got my head in the anguish
The sadness, getting drowned-out when I bang sh*t
b*tch, I be going all over the map
These lil boys couldn't even get over the fact
Got a pandora's box, now I be opening that
Pop another addy, now the vision is going to black
[Chorus]
f*ck, holy sh*t, I'm way too manic for this nonsense
I don't have no conscience, I'm violent and monstrous
I got some bread that is on me
All of you broke motherf*ckers be honest
Why you flexing like you got it?
We don't believe you, from here on out that sh*t is stopping (b*tch)

[Outro]
I be on the farm and I be chilling with the cattle
b*tch, if y'all ain't talking money Ima tell you to skedaddle
I don't f*ck with pigs, this the mud, we 'bout to wrassle
I got two guns, b*tch, I ain't running from no battle
I think all you motherf*ckers boring, I can't take this sh*t
I can't sit still for more than a few seconds, I start breaking sh*t
I scream "f*ck the world", I hit it hard, I told her "take this di*k"
I know I got some problems, but it's okay because they make me rich