You can miss me with that fake shit How you real but writin' statements? Money in my hands, spend it all then I replace it My gang in the buildin', we came up from dirty basements Nigga try to beef with us, we left him in the pavement Take a puff and all

Someone told they bet I'll be sorry So do we fell if you don't want me now Is this wrong to see life under the life I can be wrong if not then live without me Over my dead body I will never shake this feeling away I can't be wrong enough 'Cause you don't

Dead human collection I want to be one with the dead Collection of dead humans, dead I cannot scream, my mouth is wired shut I cannot see, my eyes are filled with blood I must die while suffering Pawn of torturous punishment Losing all reason to live

Someday you’re gonna be the only one you’ve got Anklebiters You fall in love with yourself Why you want a piece of what I need? Just stop to drop dead Why do you care what people think? Are you hooked up to the leash You know, anklebiters