Bottled up hate, let it off the chain

Let loose with these fucking losers

Who do you think you are?

you beg then you aint no chooser

A soldier wit no heart

Face off like a mask call me Travis

Not Scott, but the chimp, both tragic

Cylde Wincham type magic

killing meticulous, heart beat sporadic

Call me an addict

Real hard from the rush

Blood on my face, imma slut

There’s the real you

All over my floor you gush

Call me an addict

I think imma bust

It’s fake fake fake

Rippin your face face face

Y’all bitches fake fake fake

Come catch this fade fade fade

Ugh