Really?’ Edward Skeletrix

[Verse 1]
(Hello diary, it's me again...)
Yeah, uh
Wanna cry on a runway or cry in the street? What's the difference?
You the type to fuck on a midget
[?] I don't need no pics
But I call the voicemail that I missed, yeah, huh
Louis down in the church, huh, huh
Told you, "I love you, God, why you dealin' me worse?"
Why there still chaos on the Earth?
Oh, I forgot, it's been like this since birth, uh
Bitch, you evil as fuck, who you thought you could be, a nurse?
[?] boy right in that hearse
Steal my song, I'ma murk you
I'm real heady, I know I could curse you
Really
Really [?]
Really
Uh

[Verse 2]
Yeah, really?
Huh, really?
Bitch, really?
Bitch, really?
Bitch, really?
Is you really still votin' for the mayor?
No politics gon' help you, bitch
Get out, actually live yo' life
Yeah, New York at night, out of spite, I'm [?]
[?] kick out, your pussy don't excite me
I don't really rock no Nikes
I don't really rock no Jordans
Margiela just got boring
Put that trap back on my Gore-Tex
Y'all can't feel me
When I suck it, can't take no more sex
Show the real me, buy that bitch a corset
Pop the pill [?] a nigga [?]
Crack the seal, I wanna feel more dead
Stupid ass bottom, she suck me swollen, she do 4X
Slut's going down, now she talm 'bout, she pop more X
This surround sound, yeah
Hundred thousand
No, this not no Lil Xan
God's Plan