I'm sick in the head, this man's got a fever
Betrayed, at that point of no longer a believer
Whatever she says, don't fuckin believe her
However she says it, don't fuckin believe her

A vibe, a feel of Brotha Lynch's meat cleaver
Don't ask me what I'll do next time I see her
Whatever she says, don't fuckin believe her
However she says it, don't fuckin believe her

The dark side of Sketchy Chris, call it a teaser
I only believe in the location of the keys 'er
How to hotwire the shitbox bimmer
Oh that hurts, wait; ram that shit deeper

Y'all, I'm not anything worth calling a teacher
Use the face as a target for a beaker
Just to find out if your face is a leaker
Look at the shards of glass, making it neater

Ready to button your belts, your life fasteners?
Let's get to starting off these bloody massacres
while y'all focused on scoring the back of her;
I'm learning how to be a demon and a cure

that's not a lie, yet you say neither
who should I listen to, fuck maybe Seether
Music's there from the beginning to the creamer
Living life in prison, hell, much cheaper

I'm sick in the head, this man's got a fever
Betrayed, at that point of no longer a believer
Whatever she says, don't fuckin believe her
However she says it, don't fuckin believe her

A vibe, a feel of Brotha Lynch's meat cleaver
Don't ask me what I'll do next time I see her
Whatever she says, don't fuckin believe her
However she says it, don't fuckin believe her
(X2 after 16 bar break)

Mad over facts? shit, I'm just a fag
Can't be an issue, one left the mag
Think it's a tease, please; fetch that bag
Leave ya ass dead, looking all sorts of sad

I won't let ya children see you like dat
They don't deserve it, fuck it makes me mad
Shouldnt be this way, but I'm really glad
That I have some remorse, well how about that

Now I'm feeling up to it, I'm at my Max
Take my teeth out, swing that damn bat
Im sure you know, the regrets comin' pat
I know once it happens, I won't come back

I can't choose, the Glock or the Mac
Money saving puts money in the bag
That one move, fuck, it never leaves the tracks and
I have a goal, I'm coming for them racks yeah 💯

I'm sick in the head, this man's got a fever
Betrayed, at that point of no longer a believer
Whatever she says, don't fuckin believe her
However she says it, don't fuckin believe her

A vibe, a feel of Brotha Lynch's meat cleaver
Don't ask me what I'll do next time I see her
Whatever she says, don't fuckin believe her
However she says it, don't fuckin believe her