H3LL0 K1TTY 666 (Prod. Tyler Creed)

hello little kitty would you like to play with me?

she got fuck me eyes like she wanna get down on her knees,

strip her down to her flesh see the slits inside her sleeve,

keep it fresh keep it clean until i make her scream,

they’re always insisting that they’re always fucking different,

it does my fucking head in cause they don’t fucking listen,

my enemy is my conscience, always looking for something,

told you before i’m not here for the bleeding that’ll just be nonsense,

 

come over here baby ima show you how ima problem,

get a bit lighter fluid into you i take it in instalments,

inhale it through a towel until you’re feeling fucking nauseous,

if youre feeling suicidal you’ll begin to feel the options,

reminiscing of the time i bought a fucking gun,

couldve put my bullet in my brain and leave all you fucking clones,

breaking off bitches like a kit kat, get back aye,

i don’t want you so go break a fucking wish bone,

 

all my friends think i’m happy, but i think i’m sad,

they all have girlfriends which is something i want to have,

but every time i get close i fuck it up and laugh,

all because i’m fucking numb and way too fucking mad,

hearteater mental that gets goth bitches dripping,

sharpshooter metal that rips through addictions,

oh how your religion is a big contradiction,

put me on the cross deadboy crucifixions,

 

i’m a fucking chain smoker, suicidal brain blower,

in my fucking brain is where the shadow reigns horror,

little fucking serpents like big balboa,

i don’t care if we met i don’t wanna know ya,

bitch i’m waving black flags not assassins creed,

but i feel like edward kenway when they try to fix me,

flexing my flaws when i’m texting mad hoes,

got em all thinkin that they’re texting davey fucking jones