[VERSE 1]
Playing piano madly, then I lock myself in my closet
Slit my wrists and throat, I’m just making blood deposits
I ain’t writing shit down because it’s fun, I use it to cope
I could always cope in other ways, i.e. ladder and rope

[TRANSITION]
Hahaha!

[VERSE 2]
That shits enough to make me vomit
Anybody need to throw up, I swear I’m there, I’m on it
Shut the fuck up, so what I don’t look downtrodden
That don’t mean I won’t drop bombs like I’m Bin Laden

[Chorus]
I’ll rape an IRS agent, say I was doing taxes
If you got a more fun idea, send it to me, fax it
I’ll slit a bitch throat, like I run a fake taxi
Wrestle a killer, don’t need a gang, I’m gang Axii
I’ll rape an IRS agent, say I was doing taxes
If you got a more fun idea, send it to me, fax it
I’ll slit a bitch throat, like I run a fake taxi
Wrestle a killer, don’t need a gang, I’m gang Axii