(Singing)
I have nothing left to say
There is nothing more to add
I have nothing left to cry
There’s no reason to be sad
I have nothing left to lose and, there is nothing more to gain
Nothing’s runnin’ through my mind
No thoughts runnin’ through my brain

(Verse)
If the end of next year is truly the apocalypse
You’ll catch me in a dark room, playin’ with my cock and shit
Choking my damn chicken while I throw feces
People tellin’ me to stop, I’m actin’ like they don’t see me
Shit, my girlfriend was pretty sure I lost it when she came home and caught me shovin’ a corpse in the closet like:
“Wait, this isn’t what you think it is”
She tried to run for help, I had to tackle and beat the bitch
I’m a piece of shit, floatin’ in a sink of piss in a public bathroom stinkin’, someone needs to just
Tell the janitor to bury the dookie
Shit ain’t funny to you but it’s hilarious to me
Got a humor like Freddy Krueger but I’m a machete user
This shit is my pride and joy, I call it the head remover
One swing, get your melon detached
Trash compact your fuckin’ body watch your skeleton crack
I’m back in business, drop a chainsaw on a sack of kittens
And leave it at the police station with a package in it:
Got Filth Mixtape, you better slap it bitches
Rest in peace Oscar Grant, y’all be blastin’ n***as
Now I’m executing folks on the street, and eatin’ little fuckin’ kids like grocery meat
Shit is sick as fuck, cops found me dead sittin’ in a truck with my dick out and my middle finger stickin’ up