Running through the halls of the hospital
My head spinning from the m fucking alcohol
But all in all, me and myself in a fucking free for all
And once for all imma cut my abdominal wall
Open, wide open, I’m choking on my mother fucking AK 47
I’m broken, Im hoping, I’m chosen, to not to go to mother fucking heaven
Im bouta buy rocket launcher
Just so I can silence her
808 connoisseur
Im abusive I will kill her
Im so toxic off the liqour
Spark a joint so I don’t hit her
Just a glitch yeah we were
Just a bitch yeah you are
You a dumb bitch yeah
You ruined my life
You a fuckin witch yeah
Im about to grab my knife
You fucking gross girl ima cut your fucking eyes out
You fucking better slit your wrists twisty fucking wrists
At War With Myself was written by Jacob Stewart Royea.
At War With Myself was produced by Nyhtmare.