[Verse 1: Afourteen]
In case you haven't heard it yet, I beat you with this popsicle
Ripping out my hair, and you shine it like you wanna look cool
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, yeah, it's fine
Bitch, I hope you fall right on your face and then you fucking die
And what you doing, where you going, how you feeling with him?
I hope you full to the brim with rainbows and shit
And then one day, it come down dark and fuck it, you act a prick
I guess that we switched places, because lately I'm feeling voracious
And every day, bitch, I'm filled with this hatred of myself
All myself, I sabotage myself
All myself, I fucking hate myself
All myself, I fucking hate myself
Turn myself, I fucking hate my-
Oh, oh my god, what am I finna go do?
I'm finna do nothing, there's nothing that I'm finna do
I lived my whole life and it can't get shitter
Spent a whole week on the goddamn shitter
Pour one up, fuck up my liver
Forehead show, still talkin'
Now what are you more attached to?
Figurines looking like a statue
To them big booties patting at you
Not a pretty bitch in the classroom

[Verse 2: Eddison]
Fuck! (EDDISON)
And she suck my dick in the bathroom
With a teacher in her classroom, and I shoot up the bitch with pharmaceuticals
F-f-fuck with my dick out
She suck it til' the piss out of it
In person, slap whores, get a kick out of it
I don't work anymore like a bitch, yuh
I got gang members around me, that's it
Boy, you sweet like a pussy
I'm in yo habitat, bitch, and you ain't gonna do shit to me
[Verse 3: Bruhmanegod]
I'm in your damn function and you ain't gon do nothin
Fuck your scary face they hate, and they go for guts
You not a friend of the Spiders if you don't pull funds
I see a lot of shit get hit, I feel a lot of frisky shit
I get it and go, no killing hoes
Fuck! Is what I say when I spend money on it
I don't like how it sounds, better prepare for combat
I got a fucking stick if you believe me, I'ma use it
Man, these kiddies wanna be me
Of course
Fuck the party, I'm recording in the bathroom
I just popped a molly, I'ma fuck you in the ass too
Which one of you motherfucking bitches got the crack rock?
Which one of you motherfucking bitches want a feature?
Which one of you motherfucking hoes got the crack cocaine?
I don't have no names, I don't play no games with my nose
I just wanna smoke on a bowl with some hard white stones, right

[Verse 4: Johnnascus]
Round and around and around and around and around and around...
Round and around and around and around
I don't even know what to fucking talk about, so I die, so I die
Maybe, talk about how I've been dissociating all week, all week
Why do I have to try?
We're decked in space, drifting
We are nothing
We are nothing