It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill
Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,
Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.
Tired of making money, i'm on to making history
See 'n agree me on b. b. c or m. t. v.
Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key
Its eatin me alive im slowly losin my composure
I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for
You don;t thin anymore
They make it worth more
Becoming someone you don't recognize
Slit the veins keeping me alive
Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore
All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/
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