Till I’m Dead

[Intro]
(Yeah, okay, ay)

[Chorus]
Lips cold
Fuck me 'till I'm dead, hoe
Baby, please don't let me go
Break my heart in two and then I fold, huh
Pussy bitch made, built with no back
Watch him fold
Murder, kill shit, psycho, mother fucker
Tell me somethin' I don't know
Yeah, fuck that bitch
Fuck that boy over and get real rich, hah
Ain't that sick, ain't that shit
Yah, ain't that dumb, ain't that sum'
I heard you want some beef so come and get you some
The plasma drips from slits in wrist
Now ain't that fun, you fucking cunt
The blood fills up your lungs

[Verse 1]
I don't need no opportunist fake friends
I don't know when the man ends and snake begins
Desolate, head space, I'm stuck, I need some medicine
Incubus, inside my heart, I think he wants to settle in
Everything I make, food for crows and vultures, bitch
And everything I take, it turns to burnin' smolders quick
Look me in my eyes, you know I never gave you shit
These fucking kids they lie, they never feel the need to die real quick

[Bridge]
I know that God don't praise me
In fact I think he hate me
I don't need no Kanye saving bullshit baby
Fuck 'em, drive 'em crazy
Kurt Cobain, I'm screaming "rape me,"
And you say that you the one
Well you suck at fucking faking

[Chorus]
Lips cold
Fuck me 'till I'm dead, hoe
Baby, please don't let me go
Break my heart in two and then I fold, huh
Pussy bitch made, built with no back
Watch him fold
Murder, kill shit, psycho, mother fucker
Tell me somethin' I don't know
Yeah, fuck that bitch
Fuck that boy over and get real rich, hah
Ain't that sick, ain't that shit
Yah, ain't that dumb, ain't that sum'
I heard you want some beef so come and get you some
The plasma drips from slits in wrist
Now ain't that fun, you fucking cunt
The blood fills up your lungs

[Outro]
(Lips cold
Fuck me 'till I'm dead, hoe
Baby, please don't let me go
Break my heart in two and then I fold, huh
Pussy bitch made, built with no back
Watch him fold
Murder, kill shit, psycho, mother fucker
Tell me somethin' I don't know
Yeah, fuck that bitch
Fuck that boy over and get real rich, hah
Ain't that sick, ain't that shit
Yah, ain't that dumb, ain't that sum'
I heard you want some beef so come and get you some
The plasma drips from slits in wrist
Now ain't that fun, you fucking cunt
The blood fills up your lungs)