Realization (Dying) (ft. Evil Nigga)

SYRINGE!

Goddamnit, yea, bitch, I became a narcissist
All because I'm just Syringe
Guess I'm born to shit your pants
I don't gotta share no bands, I don't gotta make amends
Pray for my downfall, pray your pussy touches salt

Cool it, cool it, what are you doing?
I am Syringe, but I ain't pursuing
Clan of weirdos, we are the movement
Anti-world, we all are the rulers
Salty Sammy, cold and so clammy
Me on the other hand, grabbin the fanny
She don't like weirdos all in her panties
Told her that I couldn't even imagine
What am I talkin about, shit
I crawl up outta this house, sheesh
You know that I don't give a shit
Dammit I wanna cut off my dick, sheesh
Syringe, Syringe, Syringe, sheesh
240 and Wisconsin
Mouth is so bloody I'm toxic, shit
Melting n melting so swift like

Yes I'm Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-
Yes I'm Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-
Yes I'm Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-
Yes I'm Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-
Yes I'm Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-
Yes I'm Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-
Yes I'm Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dy-
Yes I'm Dy-ing, Dy-ing, Dyi-ng, Dy-
Yes I'm

Holes in the walls as I struggle to breathe
I hope that none of you look up to me
I am Syringe, I'm a God, I am Satan
Until I'm in peace then the noise is my heaven