Whatever the Next Guy Wants
Leave you leaking in the park, right beside the monkey bars
Never been the type to pick a fight with someone at the bar
Man just get the knife and stab him twice then meet me at the car
Psycho in ya attic leave you wrapped in plastic
Don't be so dramatic bitch I'm still a addict
Lock a pussy in a casket that release em' like it's magic
Ima turn shit really tragic
Slice open ya spleen like Lemonade
Boy I just gotta have it
Chiropractic bitches backs and shit
Losers never been attracted
Smoke some blunts then put on chapstick
Catch me hanging with the fat kids
No one ever realizes
I'm always on another planet
Overdosed a couple times and only twice I fucking planned it
I just climbed out of my grave
Boy I'm coming for you and you know I do not play
Don't think it's a mistake
White Mercedes Benz I think I'll ride beside the lake
Feeling great
A couple of snakes you know the fakes
Take em on a chase then do the dash
Don't leave no trace
I'm on the highway
Swerving might crash
Can't hit the brakes
Do it my way
Go get my stash
I got locked away before I
Go insane
Theres pounding inside my brain
Young chemical such a nihilist
I'm feeling Bruce Wayne
Riding on Tacoma blades
Bet you feel the fucking rain
Bitch I'm numbing all the pain
Fill all your walls with the bloodstains
Bitch
Losers still don't give a fuck
Bitch I'll rip apart your guts and put them in the truck
Zip the duffel bag up
Body in the back
Fuck some racks I'm doing bad stuff
Devilish shit
Triple six inside my bathtub
Never been the type to pick a fight with someone at the bar
Man just get the knife and stab him twice then meet me at the car
Psycho in ya attic leave you wrapped in plastic
Don't be so dramatic bitch I'm still a addict
Lock a pussy in a casket that release em' like it's magic
Ima turn shit really tragic
Slice open ya spleen like Lemonade
Boy I just gotta have it
Chiropractic bitches backs and shit
Losers never been attracted
Smoke some blunts then put on chapstick
Catch me hanging with the fat kids
No one ever realizes
I'm always on another planet
Overdosed a couple times and only twice I fucking planned it
I just climbed out of my grave
Boy I'm coming for you and you know I do not play
Don't think it's a mistake
White Mercedes Benz I think I'll ride beside the lake
Feeling great
A couple of snakes you know the fakes
Take em on a chase then do the dash
Don't leave no trace
I'm on the highway
Swerving might crash
Can't hit the brakes
Do it my way
Go get my stash
I got locked away before I
Go insane
Theres pounding inside my brain
Young chemical such a nihilist
I'm feeling Bruce Wayne
Riding on Tacoma blades
Bet you feel the fucking rain
Bitch I'm numbing all the pain
Fill all your walls with the bloodstains
Bitch
Losers still don't give a fuck
Bitch I'll rip apart your guts and put them in the truck
Zip the duffel bag up
Body in the back
Fuck some racks I'm doing bad stuff
Devilish shit
Triple six inside my bathtub
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Writer(s): Loser .
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