Doorbell Video (MV)

You're the reason that I hate myself
Don't come pressin on my doorbell
Shelves missin all the framed pictures
That I would burn once I got richer
After I throw you down a wishin well
Could you please just go to hell
I'll yell "f*ck you" straight to your face
Kill you off and I won't leave a trace

I can't even look at myself, without feeling ashamed
Cause all I can think about is how I want a new name
If I see him, he's dead and I'm not f*ckin playin
He gets no mercy from me, or a damn jury of peers
They'll think that I'm in the right, for cuttin his throat with some sheers
I guess I'm just a monster huh
Like I'm some sort of mobster huh
Well if. you say some shit in public
Your ass'll look like a slaughter ha
I'm not insane I'm just a product of my screwed up life
Not worried about shit but I still carry around my knife
So if you don't like me or all the shit that I speak
Shove your tongue straight down your throat, while I murder this beat

You're the reason that I hate myself
Don't come pressin on my doorbell
Shelves missin all the framed pictures
That I would burn once I got richer
After I throw you down a wishin well
Could you please just go to hell
I'll yell "f*ck you" straight to your face
Kill you off and I won't leave a trace

Maybe I'm just being over dramatic
I wouldn't kill my dad, he'd be tied up in my attic
I'd keep him up there just to see if he was asthmatic
Then I'd pull out my f*ckin hatchet, to make shit more traumatic
I'd put him through every little bit of pain that he caused me
He's the f*ckin reason that I have all of these flaws in me
And now he's the reason I get so many applause and see
If I find him in the streets I'm gonna take of his jaw my g

You're the reason that I hate myself
Don't come pressin on my doorbell
Shelves missin all the framed pictures
That I would burn once I got richer
After I throw you down a wishin well
Could you please just go to hell
I'll yell "f*ck you" straight to your face
Kill you off and I won't leave a trace

If I find him and don't get all the answers I want
Imma go ahead and cut his motherf*ckin head off
All this shit is such a mindf*ck
Why am I stuck with all this badluck
You know what f*ck it I've had enough
It's no fault of mine that I sit in my room
And can't ever breathe just like I'm stuck in a tomb
It's all his f*ckin fault that I do nothing but blast tunes
It'll be his fault, when I blow out his brain
Boom