I see you there you f*cka
You know you gon get f*cked up
Now people say that's f*cked up
I'll tell you what's really f*cked up
I need that blood to spill
Killing for real
So much sin don't know how to feel
Piercing skin with cold metal mm
Blood pouring out the kettle mm
I put that pedal to the metal
Death makes my tea taste so much better
But I better lay low, I can't exactly let up
Before I get caught
Don't need my parents distraught
I do everything they taught
But I;m not how they thought
I think out the box
Take whatever life I want