With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less
I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death
A plate full of death with a side of fluoride
Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right
I can taste the salt from my tears
Drivin a hearse, re birthed, through death,
Of a penance stare to a decadent to grant him death by recompense
Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears
In a cycle of death i'm killing gyros
And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes
Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess
Bathing and enriching hopes and sensation of death,
I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress
Give a mic the kiss of death
I got a death wish and no one to outlive
Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith
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