You got me sick

Nauseous

darling don't forget what you did

You think you're slick

Cautious

Darling forget you're a prick

I met this guy

Back In like year nine

He was in year eleven and

He said I looked fine

So he sent a dick pic

I didn't know why

But it looked just like a little

Button mushroom goodbye

Good guy for a minute

Living with a pigs pride

Let me cry next to his shoulder

He don't got a thick spine

Rick grimes in this bitch

He's tryna kill his own kind

Guess he doesn't fit the vision

Cause he's got a big size

You got me sick

Nauseous

darling don't forget what you did

You think you're slick

Cautious

Darling forget your a prick

You make me sick

Nauseous

I wish I could spit in your face

You make me split

Cautious

I wish I could spit on your grave

Why'd you make your music taste

Another way to slander names

Why the fuck is your whole fan base

Made of year seven and eights

And why then do you fuck them

Rowan what is there it say?

Hesh dog you're a mess dog

A Bonafide mistake

Derogatory's getting boring

Your tattoos fucking appalling

I think you're talking so much shit

Because you eat ass every second morning

Dead mates milked instead of mourned

You Should've snapped your neck at fourteen

Fuck that broken arm you pussy cunt

You could've died skateboarding

You got me sick

Nauseous

darling don't forget what you did

You think you're slick

Cautious

Darling forget your a prick

You make me sick

Nauseous

I wish I could spit in your face

You make me split

Cautious

I wish I could spit on your grave