Don’t Breathe D. Lynch

[Hook]
Goddamn, Goddamn, y'all be fuckin' my plans up
(God, God, God)x3

[Verse 1]
Should I kill myself tonight?
Yeah, Just might, Just might
I'm walkin' down your street creepin' with the lead pipe
Bashin' out the headlights, Nothin' in my head right
Gotta blade, I can't wait to shove down ya windpipe
For any problem I can show you what these fists like
But I play with pistols i bring 'em to a fist fight
I'll show you pain in the best light, best night
Small incisions have you bleedin' 'till ya chest tight
Somehow I don't fit the mold now
For any faggot sayin' that I sold out
Fuck you bitch your daddy should've pulled out
Poppin pills like he straight swervin when he rolled out
Ya'll about to spark up the flame now
Can't stand y'all like prosthetic legs now
Don't feel safe inside my own space now
Joell Ortiz probably gonna punch me in my face now
Blind inside my frenetic rage
I got a nine in mind for all the comments behind my face now
How they say i ain't the truest now?
Call me LSD, you're under my influence now
I ain't doing no shows or no autographs
Fuck ya damn clubs, bitch we ain't talkin none of that
For every time you dragged my name through the dirt
Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt