Finish him (Go!)
Fuck
You call this the end of the world? This shit's trash, fam, do better
It's gonna take way more to kill me, I'm infected whatever
Taking me down they could never, ah (No way)
Talk about doubt, I don't get it, ah (Yeah)
Sick of the sounds of regretting (Huh?)
Don't push me steady, I want that shit heavy as fuck
Make sure I'm ready to run, stick to the action-less guns
Ate every enemy blocking my tendencies, felonies I can't discuss
Chill with that, limbs will get detached
Fuck, the hate is back
Rain it back, sadistic it's a fact
Get on my twisted facts