CRADLECUT

[Verse 1: COMA6]
I ain't felt shit since the last fit
Stuck, demons dancing with a fuckin' misfit
But I can still fuckin' grip shit
Put ten in 'em if them pussies wanna spit shit, uh
Seven fuckin' years I've been grinding for myself
This shit ain't about a number bitch it's about my health
Keep my fuckin' name up out of your motherfuckin' mouth
Keep them lips running, I'ma stomp them out myself
I can't talk much about it
But every word fucking sounds like shouting
Every footstep sounds like pounding
But now I hit back, motherfucker, keep drowning
Keep drowning
Take another hit, little bitch start counting
Start counting
Time's almost up and you still ain't found it

[Verse 2: theo]
Between noise and quiet there's absolutely no difference
Silence gets loud; it's another form of violence
Echoing inside a warehouse, screaming sirens
What do you know about suffering all alone in silence?
5 years of loneliness; it gets heavy
On my shoulders, feel like I carry a dead body
But nothing will make me sicker than your pity
My self-hatred thinks that I don’t need any
Stop trying to get inside my skin, fucker
Every day I distance myself from the gutter
Life gets raw n real when you finally are sober
I ain't getting back to it, so don’t bother
Get me out of my head, it's such a mess
Stop looking, I can only handle so much stress
Do you know how many pills I popped? Many
Don't give me more scars, already got plenty

[Verse 3: HANGSAINT]
I’ve been so sick of it, fuck it all, I’m loading my shit
I’ve been so fucking low that I’ma clutch my grip
I squeeze bust, now I’m motherfucking chalk dust
Fuck a letter, bitch, you already know my fucking end is coming
I got low with my pistol pulled, put it to my head
Adios, I'ma decompose see you in the abyss
All I do is take pills, Pills keep my mind muzzled
'Til I motherfucking feel better than a letter that I wrote
Down all, I spoke about is this
I’m so fucking sick of living life in emptiness
Sometimes I just wanna sit back and pop a couple of tablets
Load the fucking Mac up, let the rhino rounds rip
Let it rip, stick a gun up, black the fuckin' Sun out
If I run out of ammo I gotta pull out you know how the shooters do it maybe I should fucking prove it to you
This will be my last verse, Theo said to get me first
Man, fuck all y'all