And yo goth as shit, happiness is what I quit I got a lot of morbid wit and verbal crimes to commit in a bit Not joking, I'm really poking knives in these vines and making you all wanna fucking die Look, being morbid is funny, dumb fucks, my words are way precunt I pray to Satan, fuck my god for all my weird stunts Charles Play, I'm not talking about the movie With blood, I get it, groovies, days and shakes, boobies, making snuff films that stream on Tubi I'm determined like a ballerina with legs inverted and deserted when they found out her coach's dick was inserted I'm a god that holds cops' hodges, my girl's butt for nail polish and complete size weed I said kids for a science project, I sleep in coffins but I'm not dead like you fucks I'm a **** that loves to watch knives stuck in brains and bodies filling fucking dumps Blood is a must, like an acrophilic lust, my girl can make corpses and graveyards bust I know in life there's no one you can trust

Ooh, spooky. Well, all right.

Oh, my motherfucking God. I'm looking at the picture you got up there, and it was creepy at first, but all of those type of pictures, I forgot what they're called. You know what I'm saying? They're overseas, but you are flowing, sweetheart, and you flowing with the meanness and the quickness and the intelligence on that. I can't even lie. You know what I'm saying? I'd play you. This would be my third time playing it after I leave this message to you. But damn.

Death, what's goin' on in this rock? Yeah, you wild for your lyrics, they dope as fuck. I started rollin' when you dropped somethin' about 2B. Damn, yeah, you on one right now.