[Verse 1]
Lemme kill a bitch, skin her dead
I ain't kiddin'... probably just do it for a bet
Place a bid on it, win the money from it
I'm a dawgg so I'll smell my own shit, even my own balls
No dawgs gave me calls
I'm lonely now, I need some pills of painkillers, be iller than my friends
Even Sean, but I'll be more iller than John at mixing records for a radio station, fuck his IFM
I'm so fuckin' goin' crazy then, I need some medication
I'll listen to a Drake track and laugh as I pretend to vibe to it
I'm on my worst behaviour, I got a fever
I will have if I let my ears starve
It needs some dope ass shit, I listen to it as I grab my nose and break it
I'm insane, it's like I should be in a mental hospital
I should be a dumbass, those people who need help with not just their mind but with their habits cause I have a bitch habit, at times I'll claim that a bitch is one
Hey Leighanne, how are you?
I'm sorry for bein' mean to you, back at college
That diss, I know you tried to get me done for that diss because I depicted a lot of killing to you but don't worry, I'm not sorry
You can't be a bitch who fucked with me, even at school
I was a retard while you in class got me fucked up and I wanted to smash my ugly face with glass
Remember in the bus to Belgium you called me ugly when I tried to keep an eye on my gf, you didn't even knew that and called me ugly because you thought to be mean was a good idea, ain't afraid to diss you again, I'll even diss you in a lane while the trains go by and I rap on a train and let everybody rap with me while I diss you in it, use your brain next time when you be a bitch, ha
[Hook]
If a bitch fucks with me, lemme kill
If a bitch fucks with me, lemme tell her that I ain't no one to be fucked with
Kill with a rap, dope as a trap track with a crap voice in the back
[Verse 2]
A dark night, it doesn't help with me wanting to hit a bitch with a bat, I don't give a fuck
This is Chris, goin' madder than a hatter
I got a bitch wanting to be dead when she hears my voice in a echo
Hit a bitch with a gun, maybe the bottom of it
I don't care if a bitch from my school thinks she's a good lass
She ain't, I ain't scared to say it at her face, tell her it
She probably will go in a fit and say that I'm shit
She won't get the best of me, I tell her that you see
[Hook]
If a bitch fucks with me, lemme kill
If a bitch fucks with me, lemme tell her that I ain't no one to be fucked with
Kill with a rap, dope as a trap track with a crap voice in the back
[Verse 3]
My words are weapons like when I spit I kill, with it
I'm in a trap, when I spit at my will
I became the greatest with this skill
I just hate how I rap a million rhymes, my Ceeingee days
I gotta be so dope now, as I got a lost skill now as I forgot how to rap like a pro
I gotta show a good flow, spit it
No time to admit that I got a dead flow
It ain't gonna come back alive if I don't get up and rap a practice with a beat playin'
A hoe complaining like I feel the clouds gonna be raining
Bang with tha drum, I hate how I grew up in the Drum with such no skill at anything, drawing skill is what I gained and still have that
I gotta draw much more often to be like a good artist, and not just a musical artist
Paint while singing, singing while I paint and then faint because I'm taking too much pills now, because others are doing it? no
I'm taking pills often now because it's to cope with my depression, the loss of my gran and help me to be resting
[Hook]
If a bitch fucks with me, lemme kill
If a bitch fucks with me, lemme tell her that I ain't no one to be fucked with
Kill with a rap, dope as a trap track with a crap voice in the back
[Outro]
If I feel suicidal, lemme kill... myself
