ジエチルエーテル

[Intro]
(Sigh) Uh
Getting fucking tired
(Sigh) Bruh, bruh, bruh, bruh
'Aight, okay, lets get it

[Verse]
Attaching malice to my scalpel
Hand on the castle of crack that I bounce from
Bayonet cause I murdered the council
When scouted for gallons of blood on the asphalt
Sillier than the pill exchange with a slitted deranged rapist
Say it ain't Z-A-R-N, painted as the greatest blade swinger raving
Oxycontin on the dashboard
Serving pain killers to your dad
Or a sad hoe looking for a pad slash tab
To get past all the glass shards
Dodging fragments, Annie Adderall
How my chest digesting breast milk from a cash whore
Passed out on the grass, gash full of capsules
Down for the path of bath salts and crack rocks

[Outro]
That might've been the take, that might've been the take
That might've been the fucking take
That might've been the fucking take, bruh please
Please bruh, please
(Sigh)