ビッチ・ディス・イズ・イット
Bitch, this is it.
I'm killing it.
The fuse is lit.
So fucking sick.
I'm gonna flip.
Fuck all this shit.
Better admit.
It's over, bitch.
That's fucking it.
Fuse is lit, like a lunatic,
I'm about to blow, almost losing it.
Confused again, that's why I keep on shooting them,
In the back while they turned around, I'm abusing them.
More suicidal than Whitney Houston,
I'm getting through this.
Can you feel the heat? It's getting humid,
Not human, bitch, I'mma do this.
Don't you ever tell me that I'm bullshit,
Ever since I hit the mic I blew, bitch.
Who knew this? I'mma use it,
Yeah, fuck the new movement, yeah.
Time keeps on ticking, keeps slipping away.
I can't wait for it all to go away.
It keeps on going, so goddamn insane.
Can't wait for the day that it goes, shit.
Bitch, this is it.
I'm killing it.
The fuse is lit.
So fucking sick.
I'm gonna flip.
Fuck all this shit.
Better admit.
It's over, bitch.
That's fucking it.
I'm killing it.
Fuck all this shit.
'Cause it's over, bitch.
So fucking sick.
So sick, yeah, I'm sick, bitch, with the sickness,
Ain't gon' diss this, I'mma miss this.
I'mma spit shit,
Even if you think that I'm a chicken.
I'mma explode on all you bitches,
You think I let go but I ain't finished.
Even if I end it with a slit wrist,
I'm a minute away splitting.
Like a nuke, that's what I'm wishing,
Wish that I was fisting fat bitches.
Shit's ridiculous, shit, I'm inches,
Away from jumping off the highest building.
Bitches, time keeps on ticking, keeps slipping away.
I can't wait for it all to go away.
It keeps on going, so goddamn insane.
Can't wait for the day that it goes, shit.
Bitch, this is it.
I'm killing it.
The fuse is lit.
So fucking sick.
I'm gonna flip.
Fuck all this shit.
Better admit.
It's over, bitch.
That's fucking it.
Fucked in the head, can't feel my legs,
Toss me the meds, fuck, am I dead?
Must be the end, where to begin? Tell me again.
Fuck all these demons, lost in these feelings,
Waiting to see him for all my sins.
Bitch, this is it.
I'm killing it.
The fuse is lit.
So fucking sick.
I'm gonna flip.
Fuck all this shit.
Better admit.
It's over, bitch.
That's fucking it.
I'm killing it.
Fuck all this shit.
'Cause it's over, bitch.
So fucking sick.
I'm killing it.
The fuse is lit.
So fucking sick.
I'm gonna flip.
Fuck all this shit.
Better admit.
It's over, bitch.
That's fucking it.
Fuse is lit, like a lunatic,
I'm about to blow, almost losing it.
Confused again, that's why I keep on shooting them,
In the back while they turned around, I'm abusing them.
More suicidal than Whitney Houston,
I'm getting through this.
Can you feel the heat? It's getting humid,
Not human, bitch, I'mma do this.
Don't you ever tell me that I'm bullshit,
Ever since I hit the mic I blew, bitch.
Who knew this? I'mma use it,
Yeah, fuck the new movement, yeah.
Time keeps on ticking, keeps slipping away.
I can't wait for it all to go away.
It keeps on going, so goddamn insane.
Can't wait for the day that it goes, shit.
Bitch, this is it.
I'm killing it.
The fuse is lit.
So fucking sick.
I'm gonna flip.
Fuck all this shit.
Better admit.
It's over, bitch.
That's fucking it.
I'm killing it.
Fuck all this shit.
'Cause it's over, bitch.
So fucking sick.
So sick, yeah, I'm sick, bitch, with the sickness,
Ain't gon' diss this, I'mma miss this.
I'mma spit shit,
Even if you think that I'm a chicken.
I'mma explode on all you bitches,
You think I let go but I ain't finished.
Even if I end it with a slit wrist,
I'm a minute away splitting.
Like a nuke, that's what I'm wishing,
Wish that I was fisting fat bitches.
Shit's ridiculous, shit, I'm inches,
Away from jumping off the highest building.
Bitches, time keeps on ticking, keeps slipping away.
I can't wait for it all to go away.
It keeps on going, so goddamn insane.
Can't wait for the day that it goes, shit.
Bitch, this is it.
I'm killing it.
The fuse is lit.
So fucking sick.
I'm gonna flip.
Fuck all this shit.
Better admit.
It's over, bitch.
That's fucking it.
Fucked in the head, can't feel my legs,
Toss me the meds, fuck, am I dead?
Must be the end, where to begin? Tell me again.
Fuck all these demons, lost in these feelings,
Waiting to see him for all my sins.
Bitch, this is it.
I'm killing it.
The fuse is lit.
So fucking sick.
I'm gonna flip.
Fuck all this shit.
Better admit.
It's over, bitch.
That's fucking it.
I'm killing it.
Fuck all this shit.
'Cause it's over, bitch.
So fucking sick.
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Writer(s): Aron Erlichman, Alexander Erlichman
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