DEATH OF ME - Eric North

Forcing lips with a torn up chick

Then everybody start shaking when I flip out abyss

See, the blade stay tucked when he kissing the barrel of the Glock

All my guns got long arms like a clock, nigga

Ay, ay, ay

Humpty Dumpty, bitch go «Oh»

She hop in the whip with some coke in her nose

Got a fifth of Vodka and I’m drunk as a hoe

But she quick to suck the dick

Her ego got her thinkin' like

Woah, oh

I don’t need no boat

I don’t need no fake friends, I got weed to smoke

I got 99 problems, one’s deep in her throat

And another bad bitch is just waiting to float

Like woah

Do I sound angry?

(Aye)

I’m not angry (Aye)

Do I sound angry?

(Aye)

I’m not angry (Aye)

Do I sound angry?

(Aye)

I’m not angry (Aye)

Do I sound angry?

(Aye)

I’m not angry (Aye)

Do I sound angry?

(Aye)

I’m not angry (Aye)

Do I sound angry?

(Aye)

I’m not angry (Aye)

Do I sound angry?

(Aye)

I’m not angry (Aye)

Do I sound angry?

(Aye)

I’m not angry (Aye)

Do I sound sick of all the screams of hell?

If you live life on repeat, you’re in a living hell

You try to drain me of my pride and I can’t conform

So, be like your friends and take a whiff of the chloroform, ay

Do I sound angry?

(Aye)

I’m not angry (Aye)

Do I sound angry?

(Aye)

I’m not angry (Aye)

Do I sound angry?

(Aye)

I’m not angry (Aye)

Do I sound angry?

(Aye)

I’m not angry (Aye)