[Intro: Tyler The Creator]

Ayo, MANSON

(Another love song about shit

And I'll be rich if I get another diss)

Where's Reyna?

[Verse 1]

Wake up every night, wishing that I had a sick life

Skateboards, cool friends, no thought of zip-ties

But I got this deep rooted serial killer sex drive

And it won't go away 'til I watch my fucking dick rise

I stalk this girl sometimes, I think her name is Sarah

I just wanna make her mine, I never really wanna share her

She's the only girl worth it, so I never wanna scare her

If she shows me any love, I might just have to spare her

She hits shows, big roads, parties for the thrill

I stay inside my room watching girls get killed

I wanna go to prom, I just sit back in school

I want Sarah, please don't paint me a fool

I'ma walk to her house, I'ma say how I feel

Put my hoodie on, knock on the door, it's unreal

Please don't say no, I love you, Sarah

[Chorus]

Another love song about shit, and I'll be rich if I get another diss

Well maybe cupid won't miss, Sarah (Blaow, ayy, ayy)

Another love song about shit

And I'll be rich if I get another diss

Well maybe cupid won't miss, Sarah (Blaow, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2]

She didn't wanna be alive for the things I did to her corpse

Committing many sins, and now she's fucking dead on the floor

And now I'm going to hell, devil's waiting for more

She laughed at me, so I had to fucking even the score

And now I'm panicking, I feel euphoria

Blood soaked, tits groped, cut her up, dysmorphia

And now her throat's gone, we had a vote on

If I should fucking kill her, and now she floats on

She didn't say a word, she didn't even fight it

All veins cut loose, inside her skin, I'm hiding

I feel so fucking pure, like I never have

I feel ascension now, a level you can't even level at

I think I'll go to prom with brand some new skin

Tight suit, tight leather, with a big gorey grin

And now my dick is bloody, walking smelling musty

Walking up with my prom date, what the fuck you want from me?

[Chorus]

Another love song about shit, and I'll be rich if I get another diss

Well maybe cupid won't miss, Sarah (Blaow, ayy, ayy)

Another love song about shit

And I'll be rich if I get another diss

Well maybe cupid won't miss, Sarah (Blaow, ayy, ayy)

[Outro]

Sarah, Sarah, Sarah?

Oh, where have you gone?