| Necktie cut the blood 'til my head’s dry
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| Wrapped my mouth 'round a lead pipe
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| Next time, kick the chair to the bedside
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| Let the pleasure be all mine
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| Got the noose 'round my neck and my dick loose
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| Turning blue and I might even slit my wrists soon
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| Lock the room, percocets, and a .22
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| I might shoot my fucking brains out on YouTube
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| All you motherfuckers are beneath my feet
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| The world is smaller when my collar hangs up from a string
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| I don’t sleep, I don’t eat, I don’t even breathe
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| I’m just feeding dark fantasies inside of me
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| Necktie cut the blood 'til my head’s dry
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| Wrapped my mouth 'round a lead pipe
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| Next time, kick the chair to the bedside
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| Let the pleasure be all mine
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| I let the .22 spray where my body lay
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| They don’t think about a nigga 'til you’re not awake
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| Everybody fake, I can’t take another day of this
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| Get the fuck away, you don’t have no fucking say in this
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| Fuck a compensation, fuck a conversation
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| Wasted
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| I might let the blade hit
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| Face it
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| Wait, bitch
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| I don’t have no motherfucking patience
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| Damn, I’m through raging
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| Let my body rip
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| Necktie cut the blood 'til my head’s dry
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| Wrapped my mouth 'round a lead pipe
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| Next time, kick the chair to the bedside
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| Let the pleasure be all mine
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| Strangle me
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| Lame dangling feet
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| Hanged to sleep
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| Spinning around and around |