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***** im in your mental i air it out
I ain't got nothing to care about
***** what in the **** is staring bout
****ing wit me is a scary route
Baby i'm creeping, i'm crawling
I'ma have you falling
I'ma bring you things
That you ain't ever wanted
When i'm in your bloodstream
I turn to a blood feen
I want them to want me
I let them haunt me
I am one with the violence
I still die inside
Let's take our cyanide tonight
I know you wish you had me outta your head
**** around and leave us both dead
In the backseat, ready the lead
Leave the scene, i ain't got nothing left