[Chorus: XXXTENTACION]
I drink blood of school shooters
Slit throat, loose screws get fucked up
Hang his ass from flag poles with sad souls
The innocent, who the fuck’s protectin' us?
Boy, you better buckle up ‘cause I got questions for you fucks, I’ve had enough

[Verse 1: Kemba]
Who the fuck protectin' us?
Who the fuck show respect for us?
Who accepted us, except for us?
When we looked up for them, they rejected us
Who the fuck protectin' me?
It ain't a cop or deputy
It ain't a pop celebrity
When n***as pop a song from Pac
Is not gon' help me breathe, I mean
Poppa gone and mom's is missin', I ain't got a pot to piss in
A lot of my peers either popped a clip, or pop prescription
This the apocalypse so here's my proposition
Fuck it all if God intended
Guard the gates and guard the children
Call my baby, tell her I ain't complain 'bout the cause I'm given
Or the cards they deal a n***a, God is with me n***a, yuh

[Chorus: XXXTENTACION]
I drink blood of school shooters
Slit throat, loose screws get fucked up
Hang his ass from flag poles with sad souls
The innocent, who the fuck’s protectin' us?
Boy, you better buckle up ‘cause I got questions for you fucks, I’ve had enough
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
(Uh) Triple X, I just popped a triple X, uh (Uh)
A school shooter, I just need attention, yeah, uh (Yeah)
Tell the principal, I ain't got no principles
I don't need no school, I got internet, yeah (Yeah)
Kids at school callin' me different, yeah (Yeah)
So I'm tryna work on my differences, yeah (Yeah)
Cool kids at school smoke bigarettes (Yuh)
Teens with nicotine or with liquor breath
Or the semi-TEC at school, what's the bigger threat? (Boom)
Intellect mixed with inner stress (Uh)
That's a recipe for disaster
If you don't believe me, go ask any chef (Oh)
School shooter, I just need mental help (Uh)
Saved by the bell, I can't hear the bell (Uh)
Give me bad grades, I don't give a F (Woah)
Get in front of my classmates and kill myself (Kill myself, oh)

[Chorus: XXXTENTACION]
I drink blood of school shooters
Slit throat, loose screws get fucked up
Hang his ass from flag poles with sad souls
The innocent, who the fuck’s protectin' us?
Boy, you better buckle up ‘cause I got questions for you fucks, I’ve had enough

[Verse 3: Kemba]
This is a dedication
This is for every shootin', every victim
N***as with potential that never made it
This is for all the livin'
Let me paint the picture
How you deal with the pressure
Lil' Timmy Turner slid in depression
9 millimeter hid in the dresser
Crush pills, momma slid in the ketchup
Mi-mi-middle schools with the metal detectors
Bulletholes in the history textbooks
Little Dylan with the 38 special
Judge hit him a wink and lecture
What a warm welcome to America
Drug dealers gettin' pinched on the regular
Triple double judge gave him the Westbrook
Three felonies, ten apiece, the police know this whole shit is a setup
Who the fuck gon'—, who the fuck gon' protect us?
I told my n***as if we gon' get this shit together
Gotta get our shit together
Fuck the government and fuck the president
Whoever square dancin' with the devil
Led Zeppelin on a stair master, that's a meta
They won't never get to heaven
Fi-fifth grade, it was different
While n***as was smokin' on piff strains
I was dealin' with disdain for my kindred
My kitchen was smellin' like piss stains
I had family split, strained from addiction
Graduation won attended
Commissary is the pension
Hairpin is on the trigger
Who would miss me if I pinch it and end it like? Ooh
[Chorus: XXXTENTACION]
I drink blood of school shooters
Slit throat, loose screws get fucked up
Hang his ass from flag poles with sad souls
The innocent, who the fuck’s protectin' us?
Boy, you better buckle up ‘cause I got questions for you fucks, I’ve had enough

[Outro: XXXTENTACION]
Agh, I got a question, where was protection?
How did this happen? Can we go backwards?