text: I’m the collective of cutlery
  Cutting up anybody to come fuck with me
  Everybody passing me like what’s up with me
  I look like I got a problem I’m living in suffering
  Waiting for death in the dying of moments
  I live for the highs and I die in the lowest
  I fucked up my mind from dividing the petals on roses
  The path of my life I had chosen
  I’ll take you to the woods and I’ll show you how to eat
  Now you living with the bugs, consuming what is deceased
  When I wanna get a buzz, I’ll tie you up on a leash
  You ain’t never gonna make it in a cage with this beast
  High all day like I’ve been smoking on plastic
  Melting my brain but I’m feeling fantastic
  Leaking endorphins, I’ll keep what’s important
  My instincts and natural reactions are rendered jurassic
  Remember what I told ya
  Don’t cross my path, I’ll fold ya
  I’ll break the bones that hold ya
  Show you a real soldier
  All day I’m smoking doja
  I’m on my Motorola
  I like drinking my soda
  They like that coca cola
  Taste life in the air you breathing
  Ain’t no taste you a heathen
  Want smoke?, imma pull up with a beating
  Talk on me once they sleeping
  Five phones, I feel conceited
  My life’s a joke, delete it
  Wake up to feed it
  Hoping I might die feeling completed
  I ain’t fed my dogs in weeks, tie you up against the trees
  Cut your arms and legs to show my dogs you got some healthy meat
  Welcome to your meet and greet, watch as you suffer beat and skeet
  I want another, feed the feast to the beast for eternity
  Remember what I told ya
  Don’t cross my path, I’ll fold ya
  I’ll break the bones that hold ya
  Show you a real soldier
  All day I’m smoking doja
  I’m on my Motorola
  I like drinking my soda
  They like that coca cola
  Taste life in the air you breathing
  Ain’t no taste you a heathen
  Want smoke?, imma pull up with a beating
  Talk on me once they sleeping
  Five phones, I feel conceited
  My life’s a joke, delete it
  Wake up to feed it
  Hoping I might die feeling completed