[Numb$kull]

Woah
Keep talking shit cuz you seeing me move forward
Outside of the screen yall nothing but some fucking cowards
Money's coming in I still struggle I can’t stay sober
Stop moving backward I can feel it's all coming closer

Sun's rise curtains close lil bitch on my dick while I comatose
They be saying I sold out they not even close
Still brought that heavy sound along with me though
Can’t you see that there ain't no rules to the shit that we make
I've brought a new set of strings just to put them around your neck

The fuck fuck fuck you waiting for
Stomp that foot on that fucking floor
Let it all go till you can't no more
I'm with the crowd bleeding out with the flow oh
And it's still fuck 5-0 case you didn't get the memo
Why you licking boots for call yourself men no
Out here with the Glocks boy you no commando
Face a fact you a bitch no one gives a fuck no

[Qoiet]

They tried take my breath away
Surprise at this point they haven't lock me in a cage
I tried to take my life away
Surprise at this point thoughts of suicide didn’t turn me to waste
And the voices in my head become a choir
Throw the fuel throw the fuel in the fire

Yalls scapegoats rotting away
You be headed to the slaughterhouse, guess you can‘t wait
I’m the great big mouth, just tearing away
You be worshipping the scraps one foot in the grave
One foot in the graveyard shift, for the tormented
Imma kill that itch when i get to it
I feel stitched up, sewn shut, sin for me
Bitch the living hell looks so comforting

When the voices in your head turn into a fucking choir
Death death death is the fuel that we require
Take my head off so I feel a little lighter
Death death death throw the fuel in the fire