빈센트는... 그 사람은 태어났을 때부터 혼자였어

Necktie cut the blood 'til my head's dry
Wrapped my mouth 'round a lead pipe
Next time, kick the chair to the bedside
Let the pleasure be all mine

Got the noose 'round my neck and my dick loose
Turning blue and I might even slit my wrists soon
Lock the room, percocets, and a .22
I might shoot my fucking brains out on YouTube

All you motherfuckers are beneath my feet
The world is smaller when my collar hangs up from a string
I don't sleep, I don't eat, I don't even breathe
I'm just feeding dark fantasies inside of me
Necktie cut the blood 'til my head's dry
Wrapped my mouth 'round a lead pipe
Next time, kick the chair to the bedside
Let the pleasure be all mine

[Verse 2, Lil HBK]
I let the .22 spray where my body lay
They don't think about a n***a 'til you're not awake
Everybody fake, I can't take another day of this
Get the fuck away, you don't have no fucking say in this
Fuck a compensation, fuck a conversation
Wasted
I might let the blade hit
Face it
Wait, bitch
I don't have no motherfucking patience
Damn, I'm through raging
Let my body rip

[Chorus, Vincente Void]
Necktie cut the blood 'til my head's dry
Wrapped my mouth 'round a lead pipe
Next time, kick the chair to the bedside
Let the pleasure be all mine

Strangle me
Lame dangling feet
Hanged to sleep
Spinning around and around