Pull Up

Pull up on me Pull up Pull up on me Bitch it ain’t aloha I ain’t tryna hang loose I wanna say fuck the world And hang by a noose Same old same old Just sippin on booze I’m sick of this Lifes a fucking bitch Trips to the triage I keep getting sick I try to numb the pain everytime I flick the bic But I am lunatic I don’t give a shit Bitch, drop dead Like a motherfucking casket One tap you like Im strapped with a musket Turn you to ashes Douse your body up in some acid Jessie Pinkman fashion I’m Finna pull a Kurt Cobain Shotgun in my mouth Till the neighbors hear the bang Rob a pharmacy To quench my tendencies Offing myself is my destiny Oblivion will end my agony Search a pedophile directory Just to be a vigilante Turn their places to a fucking cemetery Murder every fucking pedo in my city Break in their homes, Then break their bones Burn their skin till it’s a different tone Shoot them up with cocaine As they pass out from the pain I’m insane I got a Hollow chest I am so stressed I needa vent I am a mess Life isn’t making sense I’m always getting tense So obsessed Nonetheless Random thoughts popping through my head Waking up in the morning Wishing I was dead Waking up in the morning And I’m already mourning Apathy I’m yearning Cause I hate loathing Starring at my sad face while I brushing my teeth Wake n bake Just to forsake All these feelings that I hate Taken several sips to the face POP A Ativan To comedown from the shroom trip NOW IM FINNA DIP IN MY YORDAN SUCKS DRIP CONTEMPLATING GHOST RIDDING THE WHIP OFF OF A CLIFF BUT AT LEAST IF I DIE ILL LOOK LIKE A PIMP BITCH --- Pull Up - 8corpses