WHO?

[Intro]
[?]
Yeah boy
I don't care if his name is Bony McDork

[Verse]
Steppin' on the ceiling of the motherfuckin' devil's house
Knowin' I might die at any point, I'm feeling better now
I'm bettin' when I go I'll leave a motherfuckin' letter now
But now I'm like 30 kills deep, like a tactical nuke
I puke rhymes out my mouth like I'm sick with the flu
I spew shit out my ass that look better than you
But who in here wanna hear some sick shit like that?
I'm gonna hit in the head with the back of a bat
Now is my music good enough, or do I need more fans
For you to say you like my shit, or do we need to throw hands?
'Causе, bitch, I put my whole chest into all of thesе jams
For you to say that it's shit when you have no fuckin' plans
Now I hate writing hooks 'cause I got too much to say
For me to repeat myself like I do every day
They say I ramble a lot, it's like they just learned today
That I'm convincing myself I got a voice in my brain
You only got a fuckin' taste, a smidge, an idea
Of who I really am, or what I'm destined to be, a
Motherfucker who is on a path to better myself
Or if I gotta put my motherfuckin' life on the shelf
I'm fast trackin' that route when I'm eatin' like shit
Bitch, I do it to cope, I think I gotta admit
That if I loved myself, and I really commit
I wouldn't wake up every day just feelin' like this
Like, life ain't worth it, have I poisoned my mind?
Into thinking unkind about how I view my life
I should take a step back and just work up the nerve
And actually think about shit, like what I think I deserve