Yo, i'm touched out and fuckin exhausted
bitch be whinin bout nothin, bitch i'm pausin
told that cunt to take a walk in the hatin sun
get the fuck away from me before i slit the bitch's lungs
they call me ambiguous? bitch you're goddamn right
i'm a shapeshiftin in the fuckin night
you came at my vibe with a hachet, tried to take it from me
so i wrapped your expectations in a noose, now watch 'em swing free
now you're poiting them fingers, talkin 'bout who i'm supposed to be
but you don't know the half of the shit you did to me
i twisted your soul like a goddamn ankle sprain
you wanted a nice guy? too bad, he died in vain
it aint that i'm scared to put a body in the ground
that part of me is ready, always chompin at the sound
but every time i open up, let another one inside,
the commit the perfect murder, take my spirit for a ride
let me hollow in the front seat, cold sweat on the dash
watching pieces of my soul decay and turn to ash
not a trigger pulled, not a knife left in the back
just the slow death of a dream when your trust gets hacked
these simp-ass dudes expect a bitch to be their hotline bling
jerk off so hard their shit turns purple like an aubergine
and the females? nothin but a hollow fuckin shell
no personality, just showin ass, they know they aint got nothin else
so i'd rather bump Saweetie, at least she keeps it real with ice
these empty souls got less substance than a single roll of dice
it's an experience so hollow you could hear the damn wind blow
no wonder i'm tired of these puppets and their hollow-ass show