I don't wanna live another day on this Earth with the way that shit works try to tell me that it's worth it

Coming from the dirt pray to Satan think it's workin'

Bitch that really hurt don't you ever think I'll forget

Guzzle a bottle I try to drown in my sorrows and no I won’t see tomorrow 'Cause I'mma die with my problems

Not a single mother fucker ever kept me a promise

I'mma prophet mother fucker I'm the next Nostradamus

Fuck the cops try to stop us 'cause we smoke marijuana

I'mma die from the poison of the the deadliest mamba

Gotta a gun in my mouth from emotional trauma

But I could never kill myself bеcause it'd fuck up my momma

Yeah this stress gotta lotta

I can't submit to thе product of these environment problems

I really wish i could stop em

I wish my dad wore a condom

They wish that I went to college

But then I ended up jobless

Bitch I'mma get rich regardless

1996 was the year I was born

Came up out the sticks with a couple of horns

Had a couple blades and a couple of thorns

Screaming fuck the world no time to mourn

Heat of the hellfire was licking my back

Defeating the church spire my next attack

Depleting the poison replacing with facts

Deleting the past I'mma turn it to black

I don’t need your god to ever solve my pain

I’d rather go outside and splatter my brain

I’d rather grab a knife slice into my vein

I’d rather snort a line OD cocaine

10 in the front I know he’s got my back

10 in the gun I'mma blow em all back

Black magic book and I’m drawing a circle

Blood in yo veins is starting to curdle