IWH III

Stop playing with your food all day
Get full on hate
Looking down at your shoes, go play
Get full on hate

(Whether my patience or tolerance
A grenade with the pi unlocked but the bomb hasn't popped yet
And it's on edge if you drop it, you'll find a head in a carcass
Little legs on the armpits, my victims dead on the carpet
Looks like the end of a moshpit

What you've said to me's nonsense
I'll give a leg and an arm to see that you're dead or unconscious
Don't pretend, it's a promise, I don't play fair with a possum
So beware if I cross one
You'll find your head in my garbage and find your skin in my closet)

Why you're deciding to play with my mind and emotions all day?
Why'd I give you so much power, wow you like to manipulate
I'm not even here for the Love, I Love you but I need to get laid
Ain't finna blunderbuss, but I don't give a fuck if you came

It's me, and we
Intend to make you feel each word
Feel each word

Keep fucking with me
Yeahhhhhhh, get up!
Get up!



Credits
Writer(s): Green Anure Despues
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