I′m at the end of my rope

My bitch she's tatted it′s wrapped up her throat

Open her mouth and I spit in that hoeBreak away all of my soul, ay okay what

Think i'll stick around now hanging with the hell hound militia

Hater took his body

Now he's sleeping with the fishes

Posing with the homies but they hating

You could see it in the pictures

Now the boy ends up missing

I am the grunt the ruh that come to bring the drum

To pierce the lung the eyes the ears the punks

Hear the fucking thunder with gorillas with the drums

Say ay

I′m so fucking anxious really hate it when I lay

I cannot sleep i′m not sane

Feels like i'm cursed with the plague

Losing all my vision like an animal

Manifesting vision that′s intangible

Cruise with the reaper and pull out the Molotov

Light it and set it off

Feels like i'm falling now

Swerving and coughing up

Vision is blurring up

Ay okay what

I′m insane bruh

Hey wassup

Fake fuck

You can't fucking hang bruh

What

What

I′m at the end of my rope

My bitch she tatted its wrapped up her throat

Open her mouth and I spit in that hoe

Break away all of my soul

Ay okay, what