[Intro]

Yeah

[Verse]

Knife in your fucking back

Kick back of my strap, hit you in the neck

Where you bitch at? Put you off the track

Ready to attack, weapons in my duffel bag

Fuck rap, I don't care, give me my flow back

No cap, never scared that I might be dead

Wearing only black

Rather be dead than listening to your tracks

[Chorus]

Still don't feel nothing, still got no emotions

Bones just keep crushing, drown you in the ocean

Blood is still rushing, I might need ibuprofen

Never been social, hopefully death is approaching