death threats (2 evils) Lyrics

The missionary hit different when ur fuckin gifted

I'm living life unscripted, as an independent

The Art means more when you lack common capitalistic incentive

Because I need this

Surprised letters don't pile

While Im hanging from the ceiling

And the steps Im taking, got me sinking in the cement

paraplegics bear arms and fight for their rights

put the pen in left hand as I struggle to write

This ain't a crime. I'm just doin what I saw you do

But what I say and what I hear could hardly be the truth

You lied to the booth and plead truth through your tooth

We trusted and you kept lips loose

Bring the malt to the table

Cause I got something unstable

Which is you when im rubbin salt

In your wounds

I was having relations before yo ass was watching looney tunes

And I just can't trust you fruity coons

Step to me and I'll have your ass seeing many moons

Tough talk for a mangled bitch in a dune

All these problems lined up gotta face em

Give a fuck about my style, worth or my placement

Constantly checked out my psyche on vacation

To a place I once enjoyed but now feels vacant

I'm complacent

Said fuck you to everything caught glimpse of myself in the mirror

I saw an enemy

I remember I wrote a death threat when I was 17 it was to me

The feeling hatred got me higher than ketamine

Never felt accepted in the grand scheme of things

Death always tempted me but it meant I left a legacy

So fuck that I wanna be the best the world ever seen

Fuck does that mean?

I don't know I just wanna do something