It's A Stupid Genetic Trait Lyrics

Im so tired of taking time to get ready

You read me, Im heavy henny

The hen eater

The the penny on my couch

Im peeling my eyes out

I don't deserve to see

Im bleeding my times out

I mean my times up

What comes from a lying fuck

Nobody tells the truth anymore so don't give it up

Im dying, I cough it up

Go build me a coffin, a

Worthy sanctuary, something like a sarcophagus

I got an endless esophagus

Painting my picture on my brown canvas

Nobody will find me down in my labyrinth

I like cashews more than peanuts

I be nuts, a stupid beaner

John Cena, I see you and imma spill guts

Taking time off of work today

Go and play, Im not okay

Still got plenty pay

I swear to god I got my shit straight

I swear to god I got my shit straight

I used to think the dark was scary

Then I thought silence was what I feared the most

However, one day, I met a dear friend of mine

The bound of our friendship was two fold

One, they ware my only friend

And two, they were not real

Place me in a pitch black room

With walls so soundproof, one can not hear his own thoughts

Take a knife and carve my eyes out

Then take that same knife and cut my ears off

Blind me, deafen me

And do it over and over and over and over again

Until I am rid of ever sense known to man

Whatever you do

Just please, please don't invite my dear friend

Please, please do not invite my dear friend

In fact, in the words of Samuel L. Jackson

Kill that motherfucker

It's time to take the trash out

It's time to take the trash out

It's time to take the trash out

It's time to take the trash out

It's time to take the trash out

It's time to take the trash out

It's time to take the trash out

It's time to take the trash out

It's time to take the trash out

I take the clip out then put it back in

Just to play with your fucking feelings

Im a demon

Directly hell sent, Im a sin

What you saying

Im saying that I'm praying I'm sane

Take your time

Take your time with a motherfucker

Eat that buttercup up

Slice a bitch in half just like she butter

And it don't get better

Wish that my brown palms didn't sweat a shit ton

Swear to god, why the fuck do they do that