CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Want me dead? be my guest
(How is a motherf**ker finna tell me they want to kill themselves, bruh, how you finna state [?] mistakes, I'll see hell and the Devil before I come to that [?], if you don't like what I'm saying bruh, then just kill me then. Be my f**king guest. f**king kill me, you'll have to do that sh*t [?]. Like, you know, help save your f**king self. Worry about yourself, don't f**king worry about me, b*t*h.)
I'll f**king kill myself before you get the chance to
Gun to my head, I'mma get cancelled
Brought some blade, but these bones make you dance too
I chop your ass up, and turn you into lamb stool
Running from the suicide, I mean I had to
The [?] want me dead, b*t*h, blurry, I see red
I didn't want it last time, I even went to bed
Because I never sleep, where [?]
I heard you don't like me, so kill me
Rope around my neck, hang from the ceiling
I keep getting weird, and it's [?]
I feel very numb, I lost my feelings
([?], its not like, the fact that its you that's the problem, its the fact that you act like its everyone else's problem, that's what's p*ssing me the f**k off, coming at me saying like "oh, [?] i'll f**king kill you" like stop that sh*t
If you want me dead, shoot me in my motherf**king head
I'll 10 [?] crowd will start dispensing
n***as will do anything for fame, that's depressing
Punch him in his face, beat his ass, learned his lesson
If you talkin sh*t, you gon' meet a Smith and Wesson
I can't feel my face, off a Perc, I'm off 7
n***as pose with guns, anything that is threatening
They be slipping up, make a n***a start to question
I'm getting tired of people asking me for sh*t
Get the f**k off my mind, get off my f**king d**k
All these wannabe rappers, this sh*t make me f**king sick
I cannot take this sh*t, I cannot take this sh*t
I'll f**king kill myself before you get the chance to
Gun to my head, I'mma get cancelled
Brought some blade, but these bones make you dance too
I chop your ass up, and turn you into lamb stool
Running from the suicide, I mean I had to
The [?] want me dead, b*t*h, blurry, I see red
I didn't want it last time, I even went to bed
Because I never sleep, where [?]
I heard you don't like me, so kill me
Rope around my neck, hang from the ceiling
I keep getting weird, and it's [?]
I feel very numb, I lost my feelings
([?], its not like, the fact that its you that's the problem, its the fact that you act like its everyone else's problem, that's what's p*ssing me the f**k off, coming at me saying like "oh, [?] i'll f**king kill you" like stop that sh*t
If you want me dead, shoot me in my motherf**king head
I'll 10 [?] crowd will start dispensing
n***as will do anything for fame, that's depressing
Punch him in his face, beat his ass, learned his lesson
If you talkin sh*t, you gon' meet a Smith and Wesson
I can't feel my face, off a Perc, I'm off 7
n***as pose with guns, anything that is threatening
They be slipping up, make a n***a start to question
I'm getting tired of people asking me for sh*t
Get the f**k off my mind, get off my f**king d**k
All these wannabe rappers, this sh*t make me f**king sick
I cannot take this sh*t, I cannot take this sh*t
