[Intro: Game Show Host]
Welcome to another episode of Daily Death!
Our next contestant Ouija Macc will spend the next month of his life dying everyday
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[Verse 1: Ouija Macc]
Day 1 woke up pulled the fucking trigger
Day 2 face bruised woke up with no fingers
Face planted right into the scissors (oww!)
Day 3 out the window fence post in my liver
Day 4 head standing to the blender
Day 5 how the fuck I die, I hardly remember
Day 6 off the roof with an umbrella (woo wee!) Survivеd the fall in my neighbor's yard shot me with barеtta
Day 7 things do not seem to get better (hell nah)
So I took all the pills they said make me better
Day 8 woke up in the same sweater (this is nice!)
Saw that shit from across the room fucking head was severed
Day 9 overdosed cause I'm an addict
Woke up Day 10 moonwalking in the traffic
And for six days I bled to death and saved it (save that shit)
It's the seventeenth now and I'm fucking swimming in it (uh, splash)

[Chorus: Ouija Macc]
Die. Everyday I die. Everyday I die
Everyday I die and I fucking love it
Die. Everyday I die. Everyday I die
Everyday I die and I fucking love it
[Game Show Host]
- Ladies and Gentleman I am astounded to say no contestant in the history of Daily Death has ever accumulated this many points in such a short period of time. He stopped killing himself after day 17 and has been just kinda sitting there
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[Verse 2: Ouija Macc]
I've been alive for like a week okay I'm bored (fuckin' bored)
Laid beneath the ceiling fan started throwing swords
10/10 would recommend boy that shit was choice
Took out my vocal cords and then I was reborn
Now I'm pissing in a toaster, fatal water sports
Now I'm shitting on electric fence to up the score
I'ma fill your bitch's bowl with piss like soup like soup du jour
Then you kill us both the day you find out she's a whore (ay)
Suicide doors suicide bomb in her purse (ay)
Pentagram bumper sticker pull up at the church (ay)
LSD skin lotion coating on my pores (ay)
Woke up and I hung myself from my Louie vellore (ay)
Used to die in Walmart now I die in Michael Kors (ay)
My baby gotta match me too she rocking Michael Kors (ay)
Went back to the crib and then I got down on all fours
She kicked me in stilettos till' I bled out on the floor (ay)

[Chorus: Ouija Macc]
Die. Everyday I die. Everyday I die
Everyday I die and I fucking love it
Die. Everyday I die. Everyday I die
Everyday I die and I fucking love it