I know motherfckers wanna be grey
Burn a cig' in your wrist, cauterize your fсk1ng vein
What a shame fukbоy think he know the game
But he don't know sh1t
Cut off his head, hand his body to $lick
Told him, "do something with this
Burn him into ash—no, put him in a ditch!"
Put him in the trash, even in death, he ain't sh1t
Bitсh-boy didn't even make the motherfcking list, uh
And still Ruby ceases to exist
Whisper in the wind, whisper up on your b1tch's lips
Spill two drinks for the demons and sins
I committed to nothing, but I committed nonetheless
Six wishes for death
Holding my breath, I got six digits
No seventh number except for my residence
B1tch, I'm not heaven sent, not sent to heaven
Got sixes and crucifixes, praisethedevil