Exposed

Zyller

Pussy motherfuckers talk shit

You ain't 'bout it

Couple hundred shots to the face

Get your wrists slit

Pussy motherfuckers talk shit

You ain't 'bout it

Couple hundred shots to the face

Get your wrists slit

Satisfy your taste for blood

Bleeding 'til I can't anymore

Close to the end (Ooh, ooh)

So what's made of worth? (Yeah)

Nobody is (Oh, oh)

Take a shot, bitter numbness

Hope you fucking die, yuh

I've got a lot on my plate

Your body hang with your brain

Since I'm the villain in your story

I got problems to face

I want the world in my grasp

And your heart in my palm

So I can squeeze it 'til it bleeds

Now does that seem so wrong?

Click, click, boom

Now we're ready to bust

Got some people on my hitlist

And I'm testing the hunt

Now I go click, click, boom

And I'm going berserk

And all you pussy motherfuckers do is talk

And you're nothing, so fuck you

Pussy motherfuckers talk shit

You ain't 'bout it

Couple hundred shots to the face

Get your wrists slit

Pussy motherfuckers talk shit

You ain't 'bout it

Couple hundred shots to the face

Get your wrists slit