I'll put up and listen even though you're full of shit
Picturing a bulldozer crushing you where you sit
Bitch niche, f*ck the flu
Infectious diseases carry you
Suck in stress for cancer's big debut
Once i prayed, god said, hey, you look like a f*cked asshole today
Insects strut, 8 legs breed arachnid sluts
Hard to see the forest for the trees on a bender in the weeds
You got issues, i'm no doctor, I thought feet worked at foot locker
Shit wherever you see fit, use your spit to scrub the grit
I can tell you stories you would not f*cking believe
I can paint a picture that your mind could not conceive
I can write a song showing you all the ways you're wrong
And i will f*cking let down
Give me your mind, your body, and your soul
I will profit from the python swallowing you whole
The proof is in the past
What you bought ain't built to last
Do me wrong, i'll put you in a song
No sense in waiting for tomorrow
We can do it all, you are fire, i am alcohol
Who makes your bed, who bakes your bread
Who makes you suffer like no other
Years pass on, unrecovered, how bout that
You thought you trapped a mouse, but it's a rat
No sense in waiting for tomorrow
We can do it all, you are fire, i am alcohol
No sense in waiting for tomorrow
We can do it all, you are fire, i am alcohol