404 Pesticide

Killing you bitches like bugs with pesticide Feeling depressed? commit suicide Sometimes my life be feeling dumb and ironic The pain in my head is constant and chronic Locked up all day like i am an animal Sippin my own blood like its a danimal I cant believe all the shit these hoes say Can't belive they somehow go they own way The daily routines got me feelin like a robot You and yo bitch smell like you both aboutta rot Clinically insane and physically in pain If you got nothin to say then you got nothin to gain Nobody quite seem to feel waht im tryna say Nobody except my tall ghostboi robott When i come at you you better begin to pray Get down on you kees like boutta give hella top Your bitch i finess her and begin to undress her The world full of lies and but we all set to die Its all in a book you can buy on a nook It lurks around corners like it is a criminal You should be thinkin that your life is pitiful Killin' you bitches like bugs with pesticide Felling depressed? commit suicide We're all too bound to earthly treasures I've been through too many intense pressures The sickness i feel it through my vein Feels like some blood in acid rain My flow cant be fucked up not today When its 3 am i get my way Tired as shit and boutta pass out Y'all are fuck up pussies and full of doubt Imma genius so get on my penis Finish you good so youll be speechless Call me Terror Reid because I am a Getter Now that youre gone i really feel better Trippin high as fuck with no control If i got to jail id have no parol