Fuck Your Agenda And What You Represent II YCK

[Verse 1]
Coming back down with a cut on my wrist
On my suicide shit, gone back to the mist
Run your fucking mouth, got a price on your head
Put you back in your place, taking back what you said
Bitch motherfuck, put your corpse in the trunk
Lemme' take a few hits, got ash in my lungs
No you can't hide, got nowhere to run
No I never gave a fuck, bitch I never gave none
You have no talent to bring to the table
Your life it consists of commercials on cable
And sitting alone with no friends, where'd they go?
The fact you exist, we all think you're a joke
Act as a bitch and now that's how you're seen
I don't forgive so don't get that from me
If you had died then I won't give a fuck
So don't come here for me, bitch you're shit outta luck

[Verse 2]
Fuck what you say, no pussy ass bitch
Gonna be better than me, you ain't even worth shit
I don't give a fuck bout' a cop ass snitch
I just know that you're dead, gonna be inside a ditch
Bitch I've been insane, fucked in the brain
Let the gates rang, blow my face like Cobain
Pyscho shit, lemme' fucking make a stain
Can't go back now, might as well shoot a vein
Bitch I've been the best, what the fuck do you mean?
When you say they sound good but I cannot be beat
Fuck your agenda, fuck another way
I don't even hear anything you gotta say
Copping more shit, cop another style
With that attitude, you won't be here a while
Gonna fade away just like all the fucking rest
But I'll be right here, no I ain't even stressed