Tekst piosenki
[VERSE 1]
I got cheese beneath my nuts, slut, I don’t like to bathe/
I’m hairy cuz my wrists are busy using my blades/
I jerk off so much that my hands need a shave/
In first grade I smacked my teacher; „Bitch ill never behave!”/
I’m a raunchy motherfucker shit go dig me a grave/
*i want you to strangle me while I masturbate*/
And lay me in my box turned around in a way/
That if they dig me up they’ll see my fucking ass in their face/
I was only ever bullied by one guy and he pissed me off/
But I ain’t give a fuck enough to think I’m ganna kill him: naw/
I never thought to tie him down and slit his wrists with scissors of/
Course I did cuz shooting up a school is unoriginal/
If I was a killer I’d put a bomb up in my stomach/
And shoot my self the head while I’m standing in public/
Or slit my throat or something so everyone would come runnin/
And that’s the only time I’d get to using a gun shit,/
I’m interested to see what it’d be like to die in different ways/
I could slit my throat and set a bomb up so it’s in a way/
That I would bleed to death and then blow up with like three seconds left/
I killed my self in two ways, with one verse now I’m finished. BRAPP/
[Hook]
Now everybody on earth got an instinct of death/
The same way ya live ya got an instinct for breath/
My knives got an instinct of cutting my chest/
I’d kill myself but can’t decide which way would be best/
I got a death instinct (uh-huh)
I got a strong fucking death instinct (uh-huh x2)
A mothafuckin Death instinct (uh-huh)
I said a strong fuckin death instinct (uh-huh x2)
[VERSE 2]
I got a strong instinct to think a-bout ways I could die a lot/
Like when I’m standing on a roof Smokin up a lot of of pot/
Like 'what would it be like if I just fucked it all and belly flopped/
Jumped off, in love with books, get it? I fell for stories! I’m/
A nasty motherfucker cuz I don’t care what you think/
I’d call ya girl a slut and look at you „she’s coming with me”/
I walk down ya street to kidnap and slap an MC/
Pin him to a chair with nail guns for not blastin at me/
Like fuck, „you wanna be dead or something? Shoot me In the head or something/
Cut me, slut do something! Just don’t stand there screaming, doing nothing/”
Fight back, struggle, here ill even give you knives to fuck with/
No? Aight my knives are sharpened sit down bitch and lets get started/
[HOOK]
Now everybody on earth got an instinct of death/
The same way ya live ya got an instinct for breath/
My knives got an instinct of cutting my chest/
I’d kill myself but can’t decide which way would be best/
I got a death instinct (uh-huh)
I got a strong fucking death instinct (uh-huh x2)
A mothafuckin Death instinct (uh-huh)
I said a strong fuckin death instinct (uh-huh x2)
[VERSE 3]
Comin through with your Lacoste on from Harverd U/
Ya slick talk but you ain’t watched a mothafucka get schooled/
Ill cross ya off on the cross walk markin ya shoes/
I’m stomping and I ain’t ever got a mark or a bruise/
I ran up into parliament: bomb in my ass with/
C4 stick light, shit, then blow you to fragments/
It’s in ya home town so ya know that it crackin/
Murder 30 thousand somewhere else an nothing will happen/
An instinct to fill sinks with blood from these slit things/
It’s dripping, I’m sickening, ya kids still be listening/
Get piercings on weird things, my dick through ya ceiling/
When living on the floor above you, sorry if you hear screams/
I get up in thick sluts for six bucks ya heard of me?/
I chase bugs and slay cunts until it fucking burns to pee/
I make cuts in eight blunts; become the death of chivalry/
Than face plant again man ain’t’ all you bitches sick of me?/
[HOOK]
Now everybody on earth got an instinct of death/
The same way ya live ya got an instinct for breath/
My knives got an instinct of cutting my chest/
I’d kill myself but can’t decide which way would be best/
I got a death instinct (uh-huh)
I got a strong fucking death instinct (uh-huh x2)
A mothafuckin Death instinct (uh-huh)
I said a strong fuckin death instinct (uh-huh x2)
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