Space
Into the flesh-eating ghouls
All persons who die during this crisis, from whatever cause
Will come back to life to seek human victims
Unless their bodies are first disposed of
By cremation
Back the fuck up off me gimme fuckin' space
You might catch a couple shells up in your face
Aye, I think I'm going crazy
Still taking all these pills but they don't fucking phase me
Ouegh
Yeah I'm so obsessed with hatred that shit fuels me every day
Keep running your fucking mouth I'll draw my blade and then I'll slay
Just back the fuck off of me and gimme fucking space
Stay out of my way, back back back up gimme some fucking distance
Adderall stopped working so if you cross me you're gonna need some assistance
Hate stays filling my system, self-control is nonexistent
Got a couple screws missin' and I'll still fire like a fuckin' piston
Leave a pussy wishing
Got a bloodbath up on my wishlist
Get up out my presence, this ain't motherfucking Christmas
I swear its like nobody knows how to mind their business
Nowadays I can't tell if something's true or fucking fictitious
Back the fuck up off me gimme fuckin' space
You might catch a couple shells up in your face
Aye, I think I'm going crazy
Still taking all these pills but they don't fucking phase me
Ouegh
Yeah I'm so obsessed with hatred that shit fuels me every day
Keep running your fucking mouth I'll draw my blade and then I'll slay
Just back the fuck off of me and gimme fucking space
I need seclusion, nothing for miles and miles in every direction
Fuck all these humans, honestly I'm about to sever every connection
Self-objection, can't even look at my own fucking reflection
I love the rejection, stay away, get the fuck out of my section
I never miss a bitch
Clear headspace when i hit his wig
Back on track in the kitchen shit
Cookin' up daily, gotta mix this shit
Took time alone to make fucking bangers
Music helps to cope with this anger
Suddenly surrounded by strangers
Had to cop a mask, lone ranger
Back the fuck up off me gimme fuckin' space
You might catch a couple shells up in your face
Aye, I think I'm going crazy
Still taking all these pills but they don't fucking phase me
Ouegh
Yeah I'm so obsessed with hatred that shit fuels me every day
Keep running your fucking mouth I'll draw my blade and then I'll slay
Just back the fuck off of me and gimme fucking space
All persons who die during this crisis, from whatever cause
Will come back to life to seek human victims
Unless their bodies are first disposed of
By cremation
Back the fuck up off me gimme fuckin' space
You might catch a couple shells up in your face
Aye, I think I'm going crazy
Still taking all these pills but they don't fucking phase me
Ouegh
Yeah I'm so obsessed with hatred that shit fuels me every day
Keep running your fucking mouth I'll draw my blade and then I'll slay
Just back the fuck off of me and gimme fucking space
Stay out of my way, back back back up gimme some fucking distance
Adderall stopped working so if you cross me you're gonna need some assistance
Hate stays filling my system, self-control is nonexistent
Got a couple screws missin' and I'll still fire like a fuckin' piston
Leave a pussy wishing
Got a bloodbath up on my wishlist
Get up out my presence, this ain't motherfucking Christmas
I swear its like nobody knows how to mind their business
Nowadays I can't tell if something's true or fucking fictitious
Back the fuck up off me gimme fuckin' space
You might catch a couple shells up in your face
Aye, I think I'm going crazy
Still taking all these pills but they don't fucking phase me
Ouegh
Yeah I'm so obsessed with hatred that shit fuels me every day
Keep running your fucking mouth I'll draw my blade and then I'll slay
Just back the fuck off of me and gimme fucking space
I need seclusion, nothing for miles and miles in every direction
Fuck all these humans, honestly I'm about to sever every connection
Self-objection, can't even look at my own fucking reflection
I love the rejection, stay away, get the fuck out of my section
I never miss a bitch
Clear headspace when i hit his wig
Back on track in the kitchen shit
Cookin' up daily, gotta mix this shit
Took time alone to make fucking bangers
Music helps to cope with this anger
Suddenly surrounded by strangers
Had to cop a mask, lone ranger
Back the fuck up off me gimme fuckin' space
You might catch a couple shells up in your face
Aye, I think I'm going crazy
Still taking all these pills but they don't fucking phase me
Ouegh
Yeah I'm so obsessed with hatred that shit fuels me every day
Keep running your fucking mouth I'll draw my blade and then I'll slay
Just back the fuck off of me and gimme fucking space
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Writer(s): Ben Coby
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