Get it f*cked up
I feel f*cked up
Get it f*cked up
I feel f*cked up
I feel f*cked up
Get it f*cked up
I feel f*cked up
Outta my face
Outta my lane
You a disgrace
I'm in a race
Bite the motherf*cking bait untill I f*cking die
Never cut my wrists yet I'm starting to bleed out
If a f*ckhead looking down I might pull a gun
If you keep pussying out where is all the fun
Going deeper it seems like you hit bedrock
If the money ain't good I don't wanna talk
I don't give a f*ck about none of the shit
I was born to die in a dirty f*cking pit
Get it f*cked up
I feel f*cked up
Get it f*cked up
I feel f*cked up
I feel f*cked up
Get it f*cked up
I feel f*cked up
Bite the motherf*cking bait untill I f*cking die
Never cut my wrists yet I'm starting to bleed out
If a f*ckhead looking down I might pull a gun
If you keep pussying out where is all the fun
Going deeper it seems like you hit bedrock
If the money ain't good I don't wanna talk
I don't give a f*ck about none of the shit
I was born to die in a dirty f*cking pit
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Get it f*cked up
I feel f*cked up
Get it f*cked up
I feel f*cked up
I feel f*cked up
Get it f*cked up
I feel f*cked up
Outta my face
Outta my lane
You a disgrace
I'm in a race
Bite the motherf*cking bait untill I f*cking die
Never cut my wrists yet I'm starting to bleed out
If a f*ckhead looking down I might pull a gun
If you keep pussying out where is all the fun
Going deeper it seems like you hit bedrock
If the money ain't good I don't wanna talk
I don't give a f*ck about none of the shit
I was born to die in a dirty f*cking pit
Get it f*cked up
I feel f*cked up
Get it f*cked up
I feel f*cked up
I feel f*cked up
Get it f*cked up
I feel f*cked up
Bite the motherf*cking bait untill I f*cking die
Never cut my wrists yet I'm starting to bleed out
If a f*ckhead looking down I might pull a gun
If you keep pussying out where is all the fun
Going deeper it seems like you hit bedrock
If the money ain't good I don't wanna talk
I don't give a f*ck about none of the shit
I was born to die in a dirty f*cking pit
I feel f*cked up
Get it f*cked up
I feel f*cked up
I feel f*cked up
Get it f*cked up
I feel f*cked up
Outta my face
Outta my lane
You a disgrace
I'm in a race
Bite the motherf*cking bait untill I f*cking die
Never cut my wrists yet I'm starting to bleed out
If a f*ckhead looking down I might pull a gun
If you keep pussying out where is all the fun
Going deeper it seems like you hit bedrock
If the money ain't good I don't wanna talk
I don't give a f*ck about none of the shit
I was born to die in a dirty f*cking pit
Get it f*cked up
I feel f*cked up
Get it f*cked up
I feel f*cked up
I feel f*cked up
Get it f*cked up
I feel f*cked up
Bite the motherf*cking bait untill I f*cking die
Never cut my wrists yet I'm starting to bleed out
If a f*ckhead looking down I might pull a gun
If you keep pussying out where is all the fun
Going deeper it seems like you hit bedrock
If the money ain't good I don't wanna talk
I don't give a f*ck about none of the shit
I was born to die in a dirty f*cking pit
Writer: Patrik Rozsa
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