Fuck Your Existence

(M.I.K.3 Verse)
I'll put your body in a casket
Coming with force times are drastic
Cut you into pieces with a hatchet
I'll rip your head off I need that acid
Bullets for the weak cuz they ask it
Cut your throat yeah I slashed it
Your wip moves fast so I snatched it
Flip your car yeah fucking I crashed it
Break the window so I fucking smashed it
They want my money but I fucking stashed it
Thirsty for blood I'm an addict
I'll climb through the TV like I'm static

(Purpoll Verse)
Me and David come through with the black sticks
Put a gun up to they head and then we blast it
I wasn't lookin like this last year
Killin you a test and i passed it
All you bitches fake yeah you plastic
When i fucking kill you its tragic
When i talk about you its past tense
Bitch i am a star call me Patrick
Ho you just a ugly little fat bitch
Light yo ass on fire with a pack of fucking matches
You really gotta move past it
Hanging round with me you get all of the fucking bad shit